it’s a glorious sunday. we have all had a lazy morning, nice long sleeps, lolloping around in jim jams drinking tea and then a spectacular fry up to ease the grown ups slightly banging heads.
the smalls grab their coats and shuffle on their wellies over their jammas and dash out into the garden with cracker the lemon beagle pup. they bound around with complete giddiness. they settle on the decking, sitting along the front swinging their little legs. the still sun light hangs in the air as their giggles fade away.