Kiwi Invasion (2)

                                  No idea what this rose is called, but I'm glad it's here!

I promised myself that I would jot something down each day so that I wouldn't forget events/ chronology etc etc because as you know I like to present a pretty professional front on this here blog.......(snigger). And of course, I  never got round to doing it. I take the photos and I'll just have to hope I can dredge up some commentary to go with each one!

First up, here is a photo of Bessie-Van where we have been laying our pretty little heads each night to sleep. Today she goes back to LynneK who will soon be off on her travels once more, but it has been terrific to have our beds parked at the bottom of the garden for 10 nights! From here on we will be living it up at The Red Cat Hotel, our local hostelry which hosted Krissie's birthday dinner. We are in good company here, as Jilly Cooper and her husband Leo spent their honeymoon at this very pub. (reference for middle-aged Brits only, probably!) Since then of course there have been lots of visiting rugby clubs which lowered the tone somewhat but they now have their own clubhouse (we own a couple of bricks!) so life is a bit quieter now.

The boys always love to help Poppops in the garden, Dylan when he was younger in particular, and now Fraser. Here he has built a drystone (brick) wall...yes, really/. The bare feet are because they go barefoot even to school in NZ and because Poppops hadn't noticed little bare toes and bricks together....

                         Fraser pointing out the 'brick made out of stone' in his wall.

                                                               Fraser 'doing squirting'

Jim bought Dylan a remote controlled helicopter, which actually only Dylan can get to fly properly!

                                   3 chaps discussing the finer points of aero-dynamics

Meanwhile Fraser and Nanny were indoors making the party cake. He is a superb egg-cracker.

                                        Decorating the cake....everything but the kitchen sink!

                                                                 Chef's perks!

Jim took the boys to Sandringham where they did the Yellow Route which Poppops said was the easy one and Dylan knew was NOT.....and so they got lost....but all was well and they found their way home.

                                          Huh! Easy -peasy, my Dad was a Marine!

                                 Some fantastic wood sculptures on the way round the trails.

                                      Yay! We made it out of the Deep Dark Wood!

So in-between showers the boys are having a good time. They've had fun with their cousins and friends and we've all sorts of things planned for next week. This week-end will be a big family lunch, and Dylan is starting his Holiday Scrapbook to be taken to school on his return home.

Not much in the textile way of things in this post - I am quilting in spare moments and am on track to finish it in time to go into Krissie's suitcase. Beccie has asked for a very special cushion - I'll make the cover and she will buy the cushion at home to save space. We've been poring over 'teenage bedroom makeovers' on Pinterest as that's what's happening when they get home; we found some great ideas.

So, more holiday news and piccies next post, but also some good news on the textile front for me. But you'll have to wait and see! Bye for now, I won't say anything about the weather as I know it's probably as bad where you are as it is here. If you live in Lincolnshire it's a whole lot worse, I am so sorry for them. Hopefully next week will see a change. xxx