The three of us had a rare day alone, with no rain. We spent it visiting two castles, an old country church yard filled with snow drops, and a classic red telephone box.
We brought a ball and Callum laughed and squealed with delight as we ran with him and kicked the ball against the castle wall. And then he kicked it on his own, which thrilled his dad to no end.
Dad, are our feet the same size yet?