No cause for a llama.

Lily Boo's Bank Holiday got off to a sunny start. She went for a walk in her new sundress.

One little duck went swimming one day. And we just caught a glimpse of her ducking in and out of the banks of our nearby stream.

Can't a girl get a little privacy Daddy?

On Sunday, we went to another city farm. This one is right on our doorstep and it turned out to be absolutely lovely. Lily saw a sheep that had grown remarkably tall...

With any luck, they'll be twice that size by Christmas...

Just the one kid is the way to go you say?

Just outside the farm was a big adventure playground.

It had not one...

...not two...

...but three fantastic slides.

It also had a its very own version of the Millennium Bridge.

After all that, Lily went shopping for her dinner.

We just managed to sneak in a cheeky barbecue before the sun disappeared.

Yummy, melty marshmallows. Now that's what I call a kebab.

This brings a tear to Daddy's eye. And probably to all of her Grandads' eyes, for completely different reasons.

Imelda Marcos wonders how to spend her pennies.
And so the Bank Holiday weekend came to an end. Or did it? Mummy's up late, cutting fabric for a a very special design job indeed...