Hippo Birdies Two Ewes

 My Beautiful and Oh So Patient Wife had a birthday whilst we were on holiday so celebrations all round with a birthday breakfast of treats

 and what else do you drink with a full cooked English apart from Champers!

 As it was pouring with rain we had a slow start to the day which allowed us to finish the Scuttler

 and ponder the best place for the turntable to be carried on a brace of limbered 25pdrs.

 Finally a break in the weather allowed us to go for the planned walk along the nature trail

 but it soon rained heavily forcing us to take shelter under the hedgerow.

 In the bright bits the walk was lovely

 and very picturesque although you dont see much wildlife with two children who's idea of being quiet is foghorn like.

 The ancient bridge is still out so no access to the beach this way.

 The apprentice practices his hard explorer pose.

 I got all arty farty.

 Back at base a speed build saw The Tumbler finished

 before the compulsory Hippo Birdies Two Ewes song.

 By evening we adjourned to the pub where we drank some of Pauls best cider and ate a lovely meal.

 Two of my dinner guests.

 Outside the kids got to grips with the new trim trail

 and MBAOSPW enjoyed her birthday kiss.

 Back home RRMK2 wanted to ride his bike

 whereas I wanted to play Lego.

Guess who won :)

Speak up.....

 Day two of the great escape and yours truly was up early doors for a long bike ride and either the sand is getting softer or I'm getting heavier!

 Halfway point I took a dive, soft sand to blame

 but it meant I saw the rainbow behind me.

 Lovely views from the house, sea views, the property on the left is for sale a snip at 400k for a two bedder.

 Off for the day to The Mumbles, is said The Mumbles, oh never mind....we lost the apprentice, he's here somewhere having discovered what camouflage means.

 In a nice when I grow up way the apprentice had a good look around the life boat station because he's a member of storm force he thinks he

 should be the crew, maybe one day.

 After a good old look around the ever so shaky pier

 it was time for ice creams. Note to all parents never let your child choose their own flavours or you will be forced to finish a foul creation of snot coloured goo that tastes like salted bubblegum.

 Outside the kids dealt with some pesky pirates

 and then we went down to the beach

 where we tried not to lose RRMK2 amongst the rock pools.

 Back at holiday home the serious business of building a Lego Scuttler from the

Lego Batman movie continued.

Thats a No then...

 5am the apprentice burst into the bedroom to alert yours truly that it was bike riding weather, funnily enough by the allocated hour of departure, 7am he was no where to be seen, well no where by a bike that is.

 So off I went for a quick...ahem...ride along the beach and back through the woods

 and once again had the whole universe to myself.

 See the Sea Holly.

 A brief stop.

 Breakfast was sorted, the temporary cooking arrangement doing just fine.

 Then back to the beach with RRMK2 on his balance bike leading the

 way through the woods

 for some moody shots on the beach.

 RRMK2 did not want to play kites, not until he had written numbers all over the sand.

 Well what did you expect me to have on a kite?

 First cream tea of the week at Cwm Ivy, we did take two of our clan with us, here is little Arfur dog.

 Back home to the archery competition,

 the making of model tanks,

 and lots more

Lego!

Take a break

 Once again we were allowed to spend a week at our favourite holiday house in the Gower.

 A week of fun in the sun beckoned.

 A week of time well spent with the boys, MBAOSPW and Supergrandma.

And Lego. Lots of Lego.

Do wasps eat grass and other insect related questions

 The apprentice with his ever expanding repertoire of questions seeks answers to life's puzzles like 

 do wasps eat grass. In an effort to enlighten him we went to see expert wasp assassin Mr Fisher (made up name) who is not only a wasp expert but a bee wrangler.

 Thus with yours truly prepared to leg it the second the buzzing stripey honey bees got fed up with the apprentice poking around their home

 we kitted up and said hello to most of the million or so industrious insects working tirelessly to provide a tasty topping to yoghurt or toast.

 Mr Fisher was a dab hand at extricating

 the gubbins from inside the hive exposing the bees for inspection and none of us got stung.

We even got to taste some of the honey in its comb, a privilege considering it took around 10 bees their lifetime to make the sweet treat on the end of the apprentice's finger.