England at last!

It was a grey, overcast morning as we headed from Heathrow back to the south-eastern suburbs of London, and, as Luke and I talked, we missed the correct turn off and found ourselves in unfamiliar territory. One sign gave the impression that we could find ourselves in Wales if we didn't turn soon! What would happen if secessionists were successful while we were on the Welsh side of the border? Would secession open a great, gaping gulf between Great Britain and Wales, which we might never be able to recross?

Fortunately, the question never arose. With a small diversion through the new industrial park of Winnersh Triangle, we were soon pointed in the right direction again, and, by the time we reached our destination, the household was awake and ready for the grandfatherly incursion.

I... was more than ready, with his boomerang clutched in his hand ready to be shown, by a real Australian, how boomerang throwing is done. T... was ready just to get out to a park as soon as possible.

After lunch, we all went to the park. Here are some photos of children at play.

I didn't get any photos of boomeranging, as I was either demonstrating as much of boomerangcraft as I could remember from kids shows on TV or protecting life and limb.

Post park we pottered off to the seaside, but that's a different post...