Me and my tractor

So far this month the weather has well and truly gone according to the typical calender.  On Sunday, me and the family saw the small window of opportunity of some drier weather to have an afternoon out at a farm just off the A303 in Wiltshire.  Goats, sheep, chickens, pigs, hamsters, tractor rides were all enjoyed, much like Big Barn Farm on cbeebies.  I know too many programmes on this channel thanks to Oscar's control of the remote.

The family day on the farm was also had the obligatory expensive cafe where you get little change from a tenner, and that's just soup and a small roll.

Hint - next time, bring your own lunch (and get big bear stares from the staff)

"Don't stop me now"

Back on the radio last Friday for first time in a while, and such fun! (as Patricia Hodge would say in comedy 'Miranda').  I've always had the passion for radio, and any opportunity that comes my way, I relish.  It's like puting on an old pair of slippers...reassuring and familiar, but with that added edge of excitement you don't get from a pair of dog-eared worn footwear.

Recently my son Oscar has ventured outside (not alone) on his 'smart trike'.  His confidence is growing leaps and bounds, although he hasn't quite mastered the art of peddling, but I'll put that down to his age.....and legs not actually reaching the pedals.  Now he's walking properly, unlike the tentative stagger like a drunk a few weeks ago, he just wants to walk everywhere now and be independent.  The idea of him being put back into his push chair is met with fury and loud decibel screams, so walking it is....veeeerrry slowwwwly between shops.