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Mat arrived with Poppy this morning. Our granddaughter was walking about and talking scribble. She was straight into toys.
She likes playing with the mice;
but was soon absorbed with the seal box and its fish contents, making lots of cooing noises.
Stopping for beverages at Beaulieu Farm Shop, where there was an Halloween table on display
we took a packed lunch to Hatchet Pond so Poppy could see the gulls,
which Jackie began to feed with the stock of seed that Matthew had supplied.
It wasn’t long before the hopeful donkeys came over for what they saw as their share. They were even more interested when our lunch appeared. Matthew correctly observed that that was why we were discouraged from feeding the asses..
Poppy wandered around clutching her food, which, naturally, was liberally smeared around her mouth.
A rather large fungus mushroomed through the turf.
Matthew used an interesting method of feeding the swans;
then took his daughter to look at the water.
He and Jackie then began a swinging game which had to be constantly repeated.
Thinking Poppy might like the tyre swing on Tanners Lane beach, we made that the next visit. She wasn’t happy with this swing, which was a little too advanced for her, but she was quite content to wobble about the shingle.
Across The Solent we could see a string of yachts passing the Isle of Wight.
After our offspring had returned home, Jackie and I dined on her perfect pork paprika with wild rice, followed by chocolate eclairs. She drank Hoegaarden and I finished the shiraz.