Or, what I did on my holidays.

Visiting Old Sarum for a ‘reindeer’ hunt with my cousin, who I have not seen for nearly two years, his wonderful wife and three sweet chitlins, including their newest, Baby G, who is the quietest child I have ever met.

Hunting reindeer can be a strenuous affair, so the English Heritage mince pies and mulled wine on offer to the successful hunters were very welcome indeed.

Of course, much photographing of cute children was undertaken by yours truly, currently the world’s cluckiest female. Unfortunately, out of respect for my cuz (and in the interest of family relations), I can’t show you any of the pictures, except for this one of W, who managed to procure an anonymizer at the local pub (yes, that is a cocktail stirrer. Poster-child for underage drinking).

I made sure Tim got some practice in with the pram. After all, we’re getting married soon, so you never know…;)











