We went to see a local manor house on Saturday, which was nice enough if unremarkable. The grounds are really nice though, and there were lots of people lounging around getting sunburned. I could see heading back there for a day in the park when Calvin is a little older. Chase some sheep around or something.
We briefly thought about heading to the nearest coast and jumping in the ocean today, but the idea of driving 3 or 4 hours round trip for what would probably be 3 or 4 hours of hanging out at the beach didn't quite work for us. Neither did sweating our way around London. So we headed in to town for a fantastic picnic with the rest of the picnicing hordes, lounged around, had a Pimms at a pub, and meandered back home. Next week it's off to Barcelona for me, and there will be no more relaxing.
Working off some steam after being carried around Wimpole hall.
The grounds are full of sheep and cows. It's more pleasant than that sounds.
Orange break! Oranges are delicious.
Cal tries to escape on my bike as we picnic. It was no use: his arms are too feeble and he's too short.
His preoccupation with the bikes meant we could relax and enjoy our food.
