Our trip to Plymouth is now over and we really enjoyed it so here is a hotch potch or gallimaufrey of photos' from the trip. I know I am being thoroughly self indulgent but it is my blog, so there!
Elliot and Marmite became firm friends.
Esme thought the climbing frame at the Miniature Pony Centre was great but was not impressed with the riding hat.
This is what the trip was all about, the Christening, Natalie, Mark and Elliot getting doused by the vicar.
The whole grisly crew!
Butter wouldn't melt in their mouths, Jonah, Esme, Elliot and Noah, the grandsprogs!
The next day we had a ride on the Dart Valley Railway.
Esme fed the goats.
Bigbury, paddling, no comment.
The Tamar is a bit bigger than the Shroppie, so are the bridges, that's Brunels Royal Albert Bridge in front of the Saltash road bridge.
A selection of craft on the Hamoaze, you'll not find the like at Norbury Junction.
Shamrock, the last Tamar sailing barge at Cotehele Quay.
We are now back on the Shroppie and will be hunting for a signal after today, I will do my best to keep up but this part of rural England is not well supplied with 3G.
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