An unplanned afternoon - this one had to have an open aspect and be something that the workers had missed out on. J's favourite memory were noble steeds Ranger and Captain, so we got on the 64 to Colonial Williamsburg... It was humid and full of Sunday tourists but they fell away as the girls climbed up giant trees and then crossed wooden bridges and slipped down to paddle in a little streams.They gathered daisies a little to enthusiastically, so we headed off on a shady path to the brickyard. They were stomping down the clay pits ready for firing for the future repair of a 17th century church tower in Jamestown. M remained on task long after everyone else. We dunked her in a barrel of water and headed for home. Detouring into a familiar cottage garden with fabulous borders and a bull over the fence.
Captain & Ranger's horseman was on duty and greeted the 'Little Colonials', before they contentedly got back in our wagon chomping on classy crisps and negotiationg in-car music choices.
