What a busy crazy few days! Well, I don't even know where to start.
Raspberry yoghurt icecream, plum and pear crumble, we have been baking - and using up a glut of fruit both gathered and bought.
We even had leftover crumble for breakfast this morning. What better way to start a cold Autumn day?
Derby Feste was brilliant and kooky and fascinating. From the strange man dancing with leeks, to the giant over-engineered machine, to the marble run the kids were encouraged to add bits too with wood and nails and elastic bands and various bits of junk... Oh, and of course, the man with the giant balloon...
The baby emptied the picnic bag when we got home and finished off the Tzatziki...
Then on Sunday it was the Woodland Festival, which was if anything even more wonderful (and occasionally even more bizarre).
As last year, we stayed and listened to the Wild Man of the Woods for a long time, spellbound.
The girls helped to make their own besom brooms.
And we finished off the day with the duck race, which was less a duck *race* and more a duck *push*. Never have I less envied any person their job than the poor lad knee high in duck-smelling water, trying to shove the plastic ducks in the right direction with his rake...
(I love this window. I can't help take pictures of it; uneven, reflective, worn, beautiful.)
Then yesterday was Connor's third birthday (I know!) and we stayed most of the day for one extended party. Talia had a twelve hour nursing strike. And I had no sleep whatsoever because I finally persuaded her to dream feed and she made up for lost time! So. Four days. This week really *has* to be a slow-down kind of week... (On the other hand, I *know* I have sat down at some point this weekend, because I have nearly finished the socks I'm knitting!)