Sunday, 26 February 2012

Not that Primrose Hill

Well the trotting up Primrose Hill went fairly well. I did get a few odd looks from some ramblers when The Boy insisted "Come on Mummy, you're not cantering" while he was locked in the loop of my scarf, both ends acting as reins.
Then again they could have been wondering if that really was poo down the front of my trousers. It was... that's another story. But all that aside the lambies are out people, spring is coming, I can feel it!