We spent the morning on the spectacular Sussex Downs: Ditchling Beacon to be precise. Now the boy loves to run (see yesterday's post), it seemed the perfect place to let him have his freedom.
Dexter had a ball: he ran; he played with gravel; he rode on Daddy's shoulders. I enjoyed watching the ponies up there going for a gallop.
Fresh air of a weekend feels totally restorative, and I'm not sure how much longer this glorious 'Indian Summer' will last.
Sometimes, you've just got to appreciate what's on your doorstep - even if you've had to park two miles away from your actual doorstep. Grumble, grumble, grumble.