After the roaring and only slightly lopsided success of buggy-tripod last month it seemed only fair that I should capitalise on that achievement and do another set of Me and Mine photos using the same trick. Well that and I haven’t taken the remote trigger out of my handbag yet (and in fact it may now have a permanent place there) so there’s no escape for the family now.
And it’s worth it, these pictures were all taken on one of H’s rare and treasured holiday days. We’d been in to town for lunch and full of the most delicious burgers, pulled pork and all sorts of other lovely things we headed down to the gardens to run off a little excess energy brought on by the application of fish and chips to small daughters. It was a glorious afternoon, warm to the point of hot in the sun, peaceful, and really just perfect being there all five of us. Pip giggled from his pram, Kitty and Elma raced up and over a row of blocks meant as stepping stones through the grass and H and I sat and basked in the sunshine.
The gardens have a lot of wooden sculptures; a couple of years ago a huge tree had to come down because the roots had become diseased and it was liable to topple at any moment. But rather than just chopping it up and carting it away for firewood or something similar, they employed a sculptor. The stump of the tree was left a little taller than me and cut at an angle; one half was carved with different pictures of bits of the park, all at roughly the point of the tree’s rings that correlate to it’s age at the time they were built and round the back there’s a little cubby hole for curling up and hiding in. We watched it being carved when Kitty was tiny and I absolutely love it. Other chunks have been made into seats, a tree to climb, and then there’s the crocodile.
Technically it is supposed to be a dragon although we’ve yet to discover if there’s a particular significance to dragons and Warwickshire or whether the sculptor just likes dragons (fair enough) but it makes a comfy seat and it’s hugely popular with little people for clambering over and if the girls want it to be a crocodile then I can definitely see where they’re coming from.
So the girls clambered, Pip wriggled and H and I looked around at all these children and knew in a silent look that we have everything we ever dreamed of and more.
My family, Kitty, Elma, Pip, H and me, in March.
And as for the outtakes – well my favourite has to be my two best boys having a chat!