It’s our eldest granddaughter’s birthday party today (she turned 3 yesterday), so my wife spends the morning finishing the Frozen themed birthday cake that she has made, while I walk the dog and then loaf about on the sofa.
We drive over to the village hall in Hevingham, and enjoy a chaotic couple of hours. Scratby Donkeys are there with a couple of ponies (one of them disguised as a unicorn, and used to give rides to a succession of delighted children), a very tame goat and a beautiful owl that had the most amazing orange eyes.
We go back to my wife’s eldest son’s house afterwards for a barbecue, sitting in the garden until well after darkness has fallen.