Give them a box...

After all the excitement of the past week Alastair and Gregor were just as gleeful about the aftermath. Here they were delighting in playing with an old box that was about to be chucked out.

Jack in the box. The funny thing is, although we never really call them twins and forget they are most of the time, sometimes when they are having fun like this their expressions and mannerisms are so similar.

I don't know if they'll ever feel the other one's aches and pains

But good moods usually rub off on one another in a nice way.

The weather continued to be kind and Gregor wanted to see a windmill so we took a trip to my favourite Thorpeness. My Grandma's house was the one to the left with blue window frames.

The windmill was all closed up, unfortunately, and the sails were all gone. But here's a good view from the golf club of the windmill and the wonderful House in the Clouds.

It was one of those crisp and bright autumn afternoons where the cold and damp is racing to get you once the sun goes down lest you hang around too long.