Lazy morning, and then after lunch we popped down onto the highstreet to run a afew errands and then wandered into Folkestone and down to the Sunny Sands, so that Rye could run off some energy. It was lovely, really quiet, the tide was really far out and we had a ball. Rye did get wet falling over in the sea though, so he came back home with a jumper on and the Thomas the Tank engine towel on. Ooops.
And today this little man is 2 years, 9 months old. In exactly 3 months he'll be three years old! Doesn't seem possible.