March-ing on.

A photographic summary of the end of March, because is there any better kind?

Huge messes were made.

Synchronised ballooning took place.

Some golf carting.

Some biscuit-eating.

Honey water and Johnson and Friends were both consumed in copious amounts while Devin and I shared a lingering cold.

Lots of hide and seek was played on the spare bed.


I was killed. Dead. By eyes.

Walks were taken.

Devin insisted I pose with a dead palm frond.

I finally took Devin to the playground by the river, and it was better than I was expecting.

Partly because of this fountain.

We threw twigs in the water.

We accidentally stumbled across a family day in a park, and had some drumming lessons.

And I read a book in a pub.