We ventured across the Pennines this morning to visit a sculpture called ‘The Singing Ringing Tree’ which whistles in the wind. It was certainly a windy day and Henry didn’t look too impressed when we got there. We were supposed to be going to a museum too, but daddy fell over twice in the mud and looked like a bog monster so we came home, then went back out for dinner.
At band, Henry wanted to play the drums again and was very animated all evening.
