Mike's musings

doughnuts, sea, pigs

Although Jo and Moo were up around 0530, I was allowed to sleep through to around 0645, which really helped me. Moo's always been a mornings person, and I never have, though she ended up having a nap around lunchtime today. In fact, Moo's not very well: a nasty sore throat. Hopefully she'll be better tomorrow, as we're off to the Latitude festival, which we're really looking forward to.

So we headed off to Walberswick again this morning, and had a fantastic time on the beach. Jo's getting more and more into the whole sea thing: wading into the waves on her own, running through the surf, shouting and splashing, even sitting down a couple of times in the water (not intentionally, obviously, but she wasn't freaked by it). I've been so impressed with how she's coped with the beach: it's the first time she's ever done the sea (except on walks, and that when she was pretty young, and on my back most of the time), but she just loves it. We must find opportunities to get over here more often.

Back to the cottage for lunch - Jo and Moo had a sleep - and then out to Easton Park Farm, which has lots of pigs, chickens, horses, sheep, goats, ducks, cows and their young. Oh, and rabbits and guinea pigs. And a couple of dogs. She had a fantastic time, even though the most exciting thing seemed to be "bikes!" (sit on children's tractors) some of the time. There's also an indoors play area, with an under 5s and under 11s area (though she eschewed the under 5s bit, and insisted on going down the big curvy slide in the under 11 areas. Our pig won the pig race, so Jo got a little pig badge. They didn't have one with "Josephine" on, so we got a plain one for us to write on. Before the pig race (letting the pigs race round a little course to get to their food), they painted numbers on their backs. The pigs found this rather exciting, and though I didn't feel it was entirely appropriate to mention this in front of the other children and parents, at least one of them got _far_ too excited, and it wasn't just red paint on the pigs. *cough* Heigh-ho.

Another brilliant day with Jo: I just adore being a dad, and watching her and Moo enjoying the holiday. Today's latest from Jo: "the door's locked" (when we douldn't get into the car). She's such a clever bubba.

A lovely bottle of Sancerre with Moo over a chicken stirfry, and we've just opened another bottle - Muscadet sur Lie. Bed soon, and then, tomorrow, the Latitude festival, which should be great.

I'm considering going down to Mum and Dad's on Sunday night for 24 hours in order to see Jim, Nina and Florence, but it's one hell of a way, and if Jo gets upset, it will be a nightmare. We'll see.