No techno trousers to speak of but we still managed to have a swell Sunday walk.

We have a favorite place where we always go. But as Millie was just given a big girl bike we thought we’d try a new trail. One where she could ride that there bike.

She petaled about two yards and was ready to give up on the bike and go on a “REAL” walk.  Millie’s definition of a real walk? One which involves throwing rocks and sticks into moving water.

This was Jan’s response to her request.

Easy, Tiger! ( Not really, if you look closely you will see that Jan Dawson is perfectly in control of his emotions. The man is still smiling.)

I’d been watching her as she struggled along and suggested that we raise her saddle. This actually helped her out quite a bit…and soon enough she was cooking with gas!

Once she had gone more than a yard on her new bike, Jan felt that we could go to our favorite spot for a walk.

And as ever, it was positively lovely.

Some places are your favorites for good reason.

We felt a bit like the three bears coming home. Because before we’d left I’d taken a cake out of the oven and I told Millie we would be able to tuck into it once we got home and it had cooled off.

It was yum.

I think Millie had more fun drinking the Perrie.

She is a thrill seaker, that one!

P.S.

Mom and Dad,

get your own bikes!