rumbling tummy time

We've been in deepest Wales, where mobile phones don't work and internet connections are via phone lines and really, it's not worth the fiddling - hurray.  No contact with the outside world and no reason to look at a watch, just going by rumbling tummy time...

Helping on the farm in the sun, we found the perfect useful job for all ages - clearing the hay fields of mole hills so that the mower blades don't get blunt from chopping through all the little mounds in the summer.  Big people can use spades and see it as a challenge to clear the whole field, but smaller people can kick them down and race about or carefully take them apart with a garden trowel until they are perfectly level...

and I thought I'd share one of my favorite pictures 'Puffin Race', because I'm just having the last one framed up this week and then they are all gone and I'm quite sad about that as I won't see them all again!