Brake-fast

This morning we decided, further to our attempts to keep fit, that we'd all go for a walk in the forest to justify eating the croissants that we had got for breakfast. To whit, we set off, carrying a rucksack of provisions including jam, choc spread, marg, flask of filter coffee (strong) and milk. (See how we sacrifice!) We took our petrol stove and most importantly our portable fold-away oven.
The girls took their bikes, which was fine until we had to go down a hill, then Phoebe wimped out... and kept doing really girly falling off type things! Matilda was fine... till we started going up some, then she had a hissy fit about not being enough that go down! I mentioned that too many going down means too many going up when we go home... but to no avail. She hissed more!

So we decided we'd gone far enough and sat on a log to watch the insects... and got out the stuff.
After copious croissants... (good alliteration?) and chatting, we set off back. We were all in much better form... until that is, we got to our first hill....! Remind me again why I like kids!



Daile went off later on with the kids to a rendezvous with Cindy and hers at the ice rink. I made some brakes for the kart.... and a seat/storage box.





They had a lot of fun on that, and I decided that I knew why I liked kids... until that is they started to argue about who's turn it was!