Had a stroll around Longton Park this afternoon. The gates are literally at the end of our road, which is handy when one feels the need to commune with grey squirrels and dopey-looking pigeons. Our garden is occasionally visited by foxes, who probably think "Hey, this guy's gate is just at the end of our road . . ."
Heather kicked off cos she didn't want to go, and then once we were there, she kicked off cos she didn't want to come home. This is a four-year-old's prerogative. The pic is of said child strolling around the bandstand. Not that it was a bandstand in her imagination. I think it might have been a ship or a lighthouse or summat.