Newbridge Park

In a follow-up from yesterday's post: I did both. I managed to get some words down. And we had a little picnic in Newbridge Park. No frolicking though. Shame. (But then again, I always feel that true frolicking can only be achieved when wearing some sort of flowing white dress. Not jeans, a t-shirt and an old manky pair of runners.)

Jack, not looking all that entertained picking daisies for a daisy-chain.