Today we took our new kite and flew it in Alexandra Park. But because we'd never used it before we had no idea that it was very shit. Imagine an old Tesco bag on the end of a bit of string, that's the overall effect. James gave it a good half hour, however, and ran up and down the hill at least 20 times in an attempt to get it to trail behind him. I sat on the hillside, enjoying the spectacle, as were many other walkers out for the day, who I imagine thought James was a 'special' boy.
It wasn't all bad, there was a farmers market on and we got homemade pies and sausages. Ooh arr!