Alastair was very happy to have new playmates in his bath. Gregor wasn't sure if Ollie was allowed to pull the cord. Hmm. Praps it's cos he's a Chelsea fan. Poor Ollie, he doesn't have a choice. Louise's brother Ebward (as he was called) was a mad Chelsea fan in the days of Ray Wilkins and Peter Osgood (and obviously still is). Louise - to be awkward probably - opted for Spurs and my team was Liverpool, though Emlyn Hughes didn't quite have Glen Hoddle's looks, I admit.
The next day we all went to our Africa Adventure wildlife park down the road. Gregor was happy to have Ollie's attention to show his favourite Rhino poo to.
The boys got on really well and raced around the zoo together inspecting everything. More recently Alastair has been able to share a lot more like this with Gregor and they muddle through at what's a more equal relationship than previously.
The lemurs are just great. The little babies cling to their mamas while they leap through the air from rope to rope. Here they were having lunch.
After the zoo, we took a walk to Pakefield, the village just south of where we live. It's a bit wilder there and the coastline has suffered the relentless battering of the tide over the centuries; the church is almost on the edge of the cliff today. However, the pubs are better, the fish and chips taste fresher and the shingle makes a welcome relief from the immaculate sand. Gregor thought it'd be fun to remove the specially laid path over the stones.
And Alastair quickly cottoned on and copied the game while Gregor sought more mischief with some old rope tying down a tarpaulin.
Meanwhile Louise and Ollie were skimming and throwing stones at the incoming tide, while Will may well have been feeling sea-sick by this point.
After all that activity it was time to go home and pack their stuff ready for the drive back.
What a lovely blast from the past propelled into now.
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