Hurray! It's finally given in and accepted it. I'm stunned by the number of activities Frederick undertakes, no wonder he's tired at the end of the day. I think I would end up halfway down a bottle of vodka and going to bed very early.
Meanwhile have just spent four days in the company of my other grandchildren (all three of them). We went up tors, played games, shivered in the swimming pool (we're having a record cold summer), trotted down the alley to buy newspaper (and comics), put flowers on the mouse's grave and generally had a good time. Wish the Cushanderingsons were there too. They've now gone off camping and have succeeded in hitting the only three days when it hasn't rained for weeks and weeks.
We met a family who were doing the letterbox thing. This is something which has been going on on Dartmoor since about 1850. There are complex rules - letterboxes are found in most of the 240 tors, apparently, and you have to have a stamp, which means printing your details on the paper you find in the letterbox. (A letterbox appears to be a plastic box, these days.) When you have done 100 you can join the club. Or the movement. Polly and Sam were very excited by this so we went up a tor the next day (Shelstone Tor, since you ask) and Karl actually did find a box. We didn't have a stamp (you have to have them specially made) but we'll have one next time. It's like a treasure hunt.
As it was we found two sheep skulls and took them home in the car. The car now smells disgusting.
I'll print off this entry and take it to great-grandma next time I see her (which will be Thursday). She's very interested in her great grandchildren although her memory is getting very unreliable and sometimes she doesn't remember who belongs to who.
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Hurray! It's finally given in and accepted it. I'm stunned by the number of activities Frederick undertakes, no wonder he's tired at the end of the day. I think I would end up halfway down a bottle of vodka and going to bed very early.
Meanwhile have just spent four days in the company of my other grandchildren (all three of them). We went up tors, played games, shivered in the swimming pool (we're having a record cold summer), trotted down the alley to buy newspaper (and comics), put flowers on the mouse's grave and generally had a good time. Wish the Cushanderingsons were there too. They've now gone off camping and have succeeded in hitting the only three days when it hasn't rained for weeks and weeks.
We met a family who were doing the letterbox thing. This is something which has been going on on Dartmoor since about 1850. There are complex rules - letterboxes are found in most of the 240 tors, apparently, and you have to have a stamp, which means printing your details on the paper you find in the letterbox. (A letterbox appears to be a plastic box, these days.) When you have done 100 you can join the club. Or the movement. Polly and Sam were very excited by this so we went up a tor the next day (Shelstone Tor, since you ask) and Karl actually did find a box. We didn't have a stamp (you have to have them specially made) but we'll have one next time. It's like a treasure hunt.
As it was we found two sheep skulls and took them home in the car. The car now smells disgusting.
I'll print off this entry and take it to great-grandma next time I see her (which will be Thursday). She's very interested in her great grandchildren although her memory is getting very unreliable and sometimes she doesn't remember who belongs to who.
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