We Went Somewhere!

Sound the trumpets.

I decided on Saturday that perhaps the children would like to do something other than watch A. and me water the garden and move sheep fences. Jack had recently expressed an interest in shooting the BB gun, and Cubby always enjoys target practice, so we went to the nearby village that has a shooting range.

A. took the shooters to the range. Poppy is too young to shoot, although I have no doubt she'll be all about it when she's old enough. Charlie has no interest in shooting guns. He prefers bows, but all his arrows are broken right now. So I took Poppy and Charlie to the playground while the others were at the range.

This playground is a nice one because this village actually has sprinklers for it. Meaning there is grass. This is a rarity around here, and the children were suitably impressed at the soft springiness at their feet. And the fact that if they fell, they didn't rip their knees up.

There are also a lot of shade trees. Good thing, because this playground is definitely old school, by which I mean that the equipment is mostly metal. That would be a real danger to bare skin if it was out in our brutal sun all the time.

As it was, the metal slide had only been in the sun for a little while, so it wasn't skin-burning hot yet.

Slides used to be a lot higher. You don't see these on modern playgrounds.

There's a big metal turtle at this playground, too. The kids always want to climb on it. Luckily, it was still in the shade.

I didn't take a close-up, because the paint that's run all over the turtle gives its face a definitely creepy expression.

Cubby and Jack showed up about forty-five minutes later, and everyone enjoyed their unexpected time away from our house.

Mission: Success.