Bouncing the time away

Grandson has discovered that he can download and print buses and trams from the internet in sheet form. He's thrilled with this, though is apt to delegate the assembling to his grandfather. Print time per vehicle: 10 seconds. Assembly time per vehicle: 10 minutes.

Meanwhile, Supergirl practises her gymnastics. She needs to overcome some ungymnasticness in her genes on this side of the family, poor crumb.

And Grandson makes a new Brio layout.

Grandpa's been working hard. (Later the total reached 24, I think. And counting.)

The next day we went up to visit Son and The Unbloggable Toddler at Active Kids Adventure Park, nearish where they live. It was very good fun.

Here are the three kids about to slide down. (A rare photo of TUT.)

Son rather enjoyed this huge inflated mound - almost as much as the children, I'd say.

TUT is a good bouncer as well. Such a lovely day.

TUT is going to become a big sister in the next few weeks. I'm looking forward to meeting her little brother. Grandson 2!!

Meanwhile my quilt has been neglected. I'm planning to do a strippy border, thus using up quite a few tiny bits from my scrap box, though of course also using up hours of my time cutting them to size. Such a waste of time! Such fun!

Life is so full of a number of things

Grandson, now 7 and three-quarters, is turning into such a bookworm. Here he is, having been given a book to read, just stopping where he was and remaining there for a long time, immersed. I'm so pleased.

Meanwhile Biggest Granddaughter, six, played in the sandpit, where eventually he joined her.

This is the beginning of a London tube tunnel.

Later she drew his portrait (in his traffic-light tee-shirt)

while he drew a bus.

I had coffee one day with friends at South Queensferry, in rather atmospheric sea haar. I have such nice friends; how lucky.

And it's tulip and forget-me-not time in the garden.

Oh spring, and oh children, how lovely you are.

I'm sitting here listening to John Ireland's "These Things Shall Be", which one of my choirs is singing in a concert on Saturday. It's wonderful music. I can't imagine why I'd never heard it before.

Out and about

I was standing at a bus stop the other day and took a few touristy pictures of the Castle and Gardens.

Everything looks better in the sunshine.

Not bad for a city centre.

Then today we went for a hike round West Linton.

It was very pretty in an understated way.

We met some rather fine Soay sheep. Good horns on this chap.

The weather was a bit mixed - a little drop of rain,

 quite a lot of sunshine -

(here are some English, as opposed to the invasive Spanish, bluebells)

- and a tiny bit of brief hail. This river is a long way down, though it doesn't look it here.

The bluebells don't show up very well here, but they're quite an intense blue, en masse.

And back into the village in a bit of drizzle.

On the car journey home, the sun shone again.

What a lovely day we had: good company, fresh air, exercise (about 6 miles) and coffee and cake at the end.

Easter

Daughter 2 and Littlest Granddaughter have just been up for a long weekend. Littlest is very lovely but nothing is safe with her around. Our house is not minimalist and there are various bits of glass and so on within her reach, all of which had to be put on high shelves.

On Saturday, we met up with her Edinburgh cousins at the Botanics. It was a beautiful day, with summer temperatures.

 Back home, she stole my sunhat, which Son-in-Law 1 had been wearing in the garden. It suited her.

On Sunday, as we drove along, Oldest Granddaughter looked at the blossom on the trees and said, "Oh look, the flowers are growing back. So romantic." I love the things they say when they're experimenting with language.

We had an Easter egg hunt.

Daughter 2 showed us the Easter bonnet/headdress that Littlest's nursery had asked the parents to make "with" the children for an Easter parade. You can imagine how much input Littlest had into this creation. 

She didn't really approve.

I took her out for a walk. She and the blossom are so lovely and springlike.

I keep thinking: when she's twenty, I'll be 87. Might I make that? Might I find out what she's like at least as a young adult? I do hope so. But As-Yet-Unborn Grandson, due in a month, won't be twenty till I'm nearly 89. Hmm, I don't give much for my chances of being able to see him off to university. Ah well, you can't live for ever, as my mother used to say, philosophically. I wish she could see these little people, and the Unbloggable Small Person, sister to As-Yet-Unborn.

Then they went away. I took some stuff to a charity shop today (in the endless quest for decluttering) and walked back into town by a steep lane. This is a cafe. I wonder if the IR is JR and means Jacobus Rex? James VI of Scotland, who'd recently also become James I of England and Ireland, was king in 1605. Or was it the name of the builder? I don't know what the thing with the arrow and the other symbol mean. CI? GI?

The blossom was lovely here too.

And then I came home to the tidy, but babyless, house.

London again

I've been down for a long weekend to visit Daughter 2, her husband and Littlest Granddaughter, who turned 18 months during my visit. That was quick! She's still very adorable, though has developed some strong opinions. As we all do.

After a couple of days, Daughter 1 and her family arrived. Daughter 2 and SIL 2 only have a two-bedroom flat, so it was kind of them to accommodate four extra bodies. At that point, I moved to a Travelodge. Two bedrooms, seven people - seemed like enough without an eighth.

Grandson took his father to the Transport Museum (no surprise there) while we girls visited a children's event near King's Cross.

It's surprising how much fun it seems to be, standing under a parachute while it collapses on you.

This is Oldest Granddaughter. Obviously.

Despite appearances, the weather was cold, but Granddaughter didn't appear to feel it. Fortunately her mother had some much-needed dry clothes for her.

This is the view from my Travelodge 7th floor bedroom. I'd never stayed in a hotel by myself before. It was very peaceful.

The next day we went on the Docklands Light Railway to Greenwich. Here you can see Littlest "driving" the (driverless) train. The day after that, climate-change protesters disrupted this part of the network (among other places) by glueing themselves to the tops of some of the carriages, causing huge delays. I'm so glad we missed this.

We'd brought a packed lunch to the Maritime Museum and a nice chap found us a completely empty room to eat it in. This was so good - the children got to run around while we had a seat.

Then I came home and finished the middle bit of the starry quilt for my nephew and his young lady. It doesn't look very impressive but there were a lot of corners. Now to decide on borders.

And now Daughter 2 and Littlest are at Newcastle on their way up here for Easter weekend. Hurray!