Walter is three today. And birthdays must be celebrated, musn't they? We drove back to Cornwall yesterday, and as today was a work-at-home day we sneaked out for a long walk this afternoon, accompanied by the most perfect autumn weather.
A dip and some stick collecting was followed by some digging for treasure, and a roll in the sand, while I collected pebbles.
I think Walter knows just how much he's loved. He makes my heart sing.
Happy Birthday, sweet boy.