I I Ilove taking photos. I adore taking photos of people. When I get good photos of my children it makes my heart soar. On this trip to a local wood the kids just had a blast. No2 was screaming with excitement at the potential of clambering around such a place. The colours were wonderful. My little wood nymphs came home with rosy cheeks. Beautiful.

The new black..and some baking

Blogging is supposed to be the new black. I was dying to try it out but I fear that it will not fit. I am struggling for something to say.

I baked cup-cakes with sixteen eighteen year-olds today. I have never seen such a mess in the cookery room. Tiles redecorated with chocolate splodges, icing sugar stuck between crevices. But sixteen young girls left with a grin on their faces, supporting 20 or so iced wonders. Amazingly the kitchen was cleaned to sparking before they left. That was nice. Better than the inert 3rd year practicing her pasta bake for the first time before her cookery exam. I asked her to taste the tomato sauce to assess if it had enough herbs. She told me she would get sick if she tasted it.

P-L-E-A-S-E spare me from the fast-food generation.