Such a lovely day- William slept on the way- a longer journey than normal due to the tractor convoy just out of town then we had a carvery lunch (well veggies) and then on to the town!
William fed the geese with a generous little girl who shared her bread with him- we managed to tempt him away in the end with the promise of ice cream at the little parlour by the riverside.
Yum- honeycomb!!! James got stuck into an enormous knickerbockerglory (sp?)
Then we alighted the cliff railway- William held the ticket stub in his little chubby hands and sat on daddy's knee. I'm always enthusiastic when I get on, then desperate to get off at the top when the realisation of the gaping hole beneath me kicks in- cue mummy smiling nervously and clinging to the door to get out! Ha ha
William ran around the old castle grounds, threw himself on his back (which is standard behaviour) made friends with an old dusty cat and attempted his first tree climb- well, one foot off the ground is a start!!!
Then we counted the steps; 1-12 about 6 times as we headed for the bridge to the Severn valley railway. We saw diesel and Thomas (a diesel and a steamy) and lots of men enjoying themselves with a life size train set and real ale!
On the way back to low town i had a 100% bonafide sister jenny moment!!! ( she has been fraught her whole life by episodes of animals in need of her help, They seek her out I swear it! She has promised to write a book called ' tails of my life' - i hope she does- some of them are hilarious, others tragic!!!) anyway-we spotted a chicken running around like a headless-well you get it! I honestly thought- this is my chance- i finally get to keep a chicken- James freaked! I tried to chase it to the amusement of passing cars, but chuck had other ideas.
I actually found myself trying to google 'how do you catch a chicken?' although the pressure was on and I hadn't got time for the damn thing to load- wonder what it would have suggested?
James, has a serious bird phobia- stemming from a childhood trauma with a budgie and then a later episode with his mum and a feather duster- he thought a second budgie was flying at his head!
I assume that it was the fear of me catching a chicken in the baby bag and trying to get it home- flapping and clucking that drove James to drag William around every house knocking on doors to find the rightful owners while I engaged in chicken run! In the end he told me that a lady in the wine shop reliably informed him that the chicken likes running around - the main road- he lives above the little caves and regularly frequents the park!
Maybe he was trying to cross the road? Cue crap jokes?
I have to say, I didn't believe my darling husband- not that he usually lies but I know he was desperate to put an end to the chicken fiasco!
So I casually read wine labels and asked, off the cuff- to which she explained I was the second person to ask- and yea the chicken is a regular! At this point James walked in and shook his head at me- ha ha!
I didnt buy wine, i just clung to the door like i was on a cliff railway and made a swift eggsit!
I bid the chick farewell- I could hardly steal someone's pet. I will get my chickens one day!
All in all an eggs-cellent day! Agghhh your killing me!
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