Normally I manage to avoid being photographed. Phone cameras are sneaky, Poppy caught me on hers.
So here I am. No makeup, scruffy jeans and jumper, dog walking coat, Wellies. The real me. It was the closing stages of the great Easter Egg Hunt.
Three trails had been laid, three maps handed out. The routes were graded for difficulty, according to the age of the child. Two children like chocolate, one doesn't. Nothing is ever simple in our house!
The children had a great time, so did the adults.
Afterwards, the young ones had a celebratory drive around the wood.
Our second-youngest grandson achieved one of his ambitions. He got to drive the little green car. His legs were just long enough to reach the pedals. The centre bottom picture in the collage shows his Mama hanging on to the back of the car, terrified as her speed-merchant three-year old ran into tree after tree...
She hung on to the back of that car like a superhero! A mama hen protecting her chick. (Grandpa had it all in hand, there was no danger.)
The youngling thought he had driven like a proper driver and wanted to drive their real car home to London. Luckily, his legs don't reach those pedals, yet.
Next year this little one will want a basket and some chocolate eggs, but just for now he is content to sit on Grandpa's knee.