At the woods

We took a couple of trips to a nearby country park that was an open cast iron ore mine in a past life. The flying fox was a big hit with Alexander and with me.

We managed to get short walk in the woods between the rain storms. Grandma and Grandpa gave Alexander 3 pounds pocket money for his vacation and as soon as we arrived at the country park he rushed into the cafe and bought a can of diet coke and some fruit pastels. The coke was drunk faster than a Scotsman at a wedding, and shortly after lunch another can was purchased and consumed just as fast. After that Alexanders lust for the demon sugar abated and he bought a little glider to fly outide.

Between the rain Alexander and I ran around the park but my attempts to get the wee man actually interested in going for a walk in the countryside once again fell on deaf ears. Oh well!