On Friday we went to Bournemouth, ready to celebrate our grandson's birthday on the following day. Glorious weather was promised and we made an early start in order to avoid being stuck in traffic as everyone made a dash to the coast. I love being by the sea, but these are strange times and we knew that although others would be packed like sardines on Bournemouth beach we would not be venturing anywhere near it. We went instead to the river to wade in the shallows with our fishing nets in the hope of catching one of the many small fish.
He was so tired at the end of the day that he feel asleep in the chair and was taken upstairs, given a sponge wash, put in his pjs and popped into bed without waking up! The last photo of him age two.
It was a different story on the birthday morning!
A bike!
Although balloons take some beating!
Adjustments to the saddle
and then onto the open road.
Where has the balloon gone?
We had a great time.
But it was good to sit down for a rest!
Oh my, that is a big three. How wonderful that you had these precious days with your very cute grandson.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great age, we are loving every minute spent with him. He has lots to say, some of it very funny, and is busy, busy, busy.
DeleteThat is just so lovely! In years to come, he will look at the pictures and remember how it felt to turn three and have his first bike.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if he will remember the bump on the chin that he got when he fell off the bike!
DeleteWould that river be called the Bourne? This is a genuine question!
ReplyDeleteWe were by the River Stour which starts at Stourhead and runs into the sea at Christchurch. I had intended to swim but chickened out! Lots of little trout. (Himself has just unkindly said, "and one very old trout.")
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