Another
half-term, another chance for the boys to cuddle animals.
This time it was at the Tring
Canal Festival, which is held each year to raise
funds for the restoration of the "Wendover Arm"
of the Grand Union. The boys were more interested in
pet's corner than the boats, James as usual surrounded
by goats, and Matthew cuddling a chick. The queues for
the boat tips were too long, so we gave up and went
on a proper trip later in the week....
And
here is Matthew, later in the week, helping to drive
the canal boat down the Grand Union. We went with
Grebe
Canal Cruises who operate from Pitstone Wharf.
Grandma
W was staying with us (having evacuated her house
when the heating decided to pack up) and also came
on the trip. We've often walked up and down the canal
towpath, but this was the first time we'd been on
a proper trip. Don't know why we've left it this long,
and I'm sure we'll be back again next year. Or maybe
even the Santa Special...
Also
during half-term, Aylesbury
Museum had a special day to celebrate the arrival
of a restored "Cubitt"
car, originally manufactured in Aylesbury. As well
as the exhibit (in a glass case) the privately owned
sports model in this photo was on display. Many Cubitts
apparently found their way to Australia, where the
high ground clearance made them popular on the (then)
rough roads.
The
museum has some great activities for children, and
an excellent physical quiz about food through the
ages.
Another
annual event locally is the family fun day in the
garden of Gipsy House, Roald Dahl's home or more correctly
now, his widow's. The event is in aid of the Roald
Dahl Foundation.
James
and Matthew enetered the fancy dress competition,
James dressed as "James and the Giant Peach",
and Matthew as the monkey from "The Giraffe,
Pelly and Me". James won a prize for his costume,
well worth Bridget making all the insects and Malcolm
painting the beach ball and making the seagulls. James
gets the credit for the idea.
June
is midsummer, and that means Chiltern
Shakespeare's open air production. This year it
was "The Taming of the Shrew", and excellent
it was. Shakespeare wrote, of course, well before
the days of polical correctness, and "Shrew"
is as incorrect as they come.
Before
the performance we had a picnic, and for a change
the weather was just right. We have in the past sat
there in our raincoats.