It doesn’t seem possible, but my little grandson, Dylan, is three today! Congratulations to him from all of us at the cottage.
Apparently he ruined his birthday cake by putting too many sprinkles on top of it, but I bet it tasted delicious anyway.
Grandad and I will be fetching him from Nursery this afternoon. He comes to us for an hour while he waits for his Daddy to get back on the train from London. We have one or two little surprises for him when he gets here.
The dreadful storm, which passed over yesterday in the very early morning, has now moved on to Europe and we are left with some devastation. Luckily it didn’t affect the cottage or my precious garden, but the winds were high and the trees were bending. It’s not unusual to have storms at this time of the year, but one of that ferocity doesn’t come too often, luckily.