After dining with Antipodean Aunt Anne, we went to the Scout Hut, where there was petalling to be done. I always get a little bit scared that doing this sort of stuff makes me practically local*. Must. Resist. Assimilation.
See? Flags are this year’s recurring motif- they’re cropping up everywhere at the moment.
Steve even has signal flags hanging from the Scout Hut rafters.
Nik walked in wearing shoes with toes. I believe Jim secretly hankers after a pair of these, as he’s always going on about them. Ahem. Apparently, asking, “Please may I blog your feet?” is not normal behaviour. Oops. Must try harder.
The Guides spotted a pipistrelle, which was very cool indeed. It flapped, in a batty kinda way.
*Note for local people. The well dressing will be up at the Old Hall for the next week. The beer garden is also jolly good, and the weather forecast serendipitously fine. Go forth and admire!