Bawsey Lakes, Meatloaf, And Flippin' Captain Farty Pants!

I loaded the boot with outdoor stuff for our excursion to Bawsey Lakes, about 3 miles outside KL on the way to Gayton. As usual we missed the turn and drove round the countryside admiring the view for a while. Eventually got parked - and there was no ice cream van DAMMIT! We wandered off in search of the lake, and discovered that Bawsey Lakes is actually a pretty good place. The paths, for a start, are sand. Seaside sand, like at the seaside. Weird. And the seaside sand comes in a variety of colours and shades. Filed away in the memory bank is the fact that there are LOADS of decent slopes, which will be perfect for us to go skidding down on the Kidskid if and when it ever snows again.

Sam announced he needed a wee so we dashed into the bushes and "watered" a tree, much to Sam's amusement. Then we hiked up another hillock and there was The Lake, and it looked reet gorgeous. It has a BEACH! A proper, sandy beach (which explains the paths I suppose), and we moaned about the weather not being warm enough to use the beach in the way that Mother Nature intended - ice creams, paddling, sandcastles, and crabs. Well, maybe the crabs is just a Daddy experience so far. Well, we took a few pics with the trusty phone camera, and agreed we would DEFFO be back on a day when the weather is a bit more amenable to summer frolics.

At this point the heavens opened so we beat a hasty retreat back to the car, and then home. Bawsey Lakes - like it - one for the future.

Back home I "had" planned to involve Sam in the making of Turkey Meatloaf, but after peeling and finely chopping the onions my eyeballs were in such a state that I postponed the meatloaf to the evening. Sam didn't mind, but asked what meatloaf was. Do you think describing it as "as tasty as a massive sausage, but with more meat in, and as big as a small loaf of bread". Ladies, I'm looking for your opinions on massive meaty sausages. Meatloaf shelved we set about some serious playing all afternoon, which is both tiring and exhilerating at the same time.

So to bathtime. Another race resulted in another win for Roary The Dolphin. Things went to plan, Sam's hair got washed, and then. And then Flipping Captain Farty Pants made his grand entrance. Last night we filled Captain FP with water to make bigger splashes - and we (well....I) forgot to empty him again. Halfway through bathtime the Mateymen tower collapsed, FP had been at the top, and when he hit the water he launched a tidal wave over poor old Daddy. I was very nearly as wet as Sam. We had the usual moment's shocked silence, then the usual uncontrollable laughter, complete with a pretend-distraught Daddy running round the flat yelling "I'm soaked, I'm sooooooaked" in a passable impersonation of Dad's Army's Fraser saying "We're doooomed". Sam liked it anyway.

What a fab day. Productive morning, super afternoon with my son. And cooking meatloaf tonight!

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