Yesterday we took Madeleine and the kids to the raspberry farm, and it was a delight. They wanted to pick strawberries so grabbed a basket each and set off. The strawberries are planted around the Yelow Submarine and, although the kids didn't understand the significance, they thought it was interesting. I picked a box of blackberries while I was waiting. The farm has a caravan where you can buy snacks; soft-serve icecream, pancakes and so on. While we were enjoying that, they dug into my blackberries almost eating the lot .. and I hadn't paid for them. When we finally reached the till I had to apologise but the farmer, who knows me by now, said it happened all the time and they don't worry about it. They probably build it into the price.
They all fly home tomorrow and we hope we'll see them again before they go. Madi tells me she always used to enjoy the puzzles and treasure hunts I arranged for her when she was young, so I've put together a treasure hunt for her three if they manage to get here. It's hard when the next generation live so far away but I suppose it's just a repeat of what's happened before. My parents took my brother and me away from the family and they missed out on watching us grow up and having an input to our lives.
Swings and roundabouts.
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