Avoiding the chopping block

As Mike was out and about today on a history trip to Tutbury Castle, the boys and I decided that we were not to be outdone. So we flexed our English Heritage membership and went to Boscobel House, a little bit north of Wolverhampton.

A good time was had by all and even the little one eventually caught on and then told everyone that Charles II had hidden there to avoid having his head "chocked" off. The oldest tried sitting in one of the two priest holes. Not comfy and pretty dark, as the photo shows.

Only one 3 year old vs chicken-related incident threatened the general harmony and enjoyment of a lovely afternoon.

It was Harvest festival celebration at church today, complete with Harvest Bonnet Parade for the under 6s.

Loving that tractor look on number 2 son. The wobbly yellow bits certainly made him easy to spot in a crowd.
And then there was tea. We didn't quite plough the fields but we certainly scattered .... crumbs, that is.

After this, a treasure hunt and a photo of everyone baptised at Holy Trinity (or as many as could make it!), we had a little concert and all retired, feeling as though we should be chewing ears of corn and revving up our tractors! Not bad for inner-city Coventry....

Stoopid is as stoopid does.....

I think that silly evenings in with the boys are seriously underrated. We decided to dress up and do a bit of disco-divaing yesterday. Here are the results...