My first picnic

OK, so it was more of a snack of fruit than a full-on picnic, but today we didn't just walk by the river, oh no, we actually SAT by it! Amazing, as the Gruffalo might say.

After feeding the ducks, during which Lilia demanded the cheese sandwich previously rejected forcefully (by throwing over the highchair continually) and demolished the whole lot (half an adult sandwich but still huge by Little Lady standards), we decided to stay by the river watching the ducks.

One blanket on the grass, and parasol above, and Lilia spent over an hour happily rolling and laughing and playing, much to the delight of what seemed to be the entire elderly population of Henley, as well as the students, who seem much more broody/baby-friendly than I remember being as a a student.

There is little better than being told how beautiful/clever/good your baby is by pretty much every passer-by. We shall be spending more time by the river, methinks.

Sadly, there is no picture except a rubbish one on my phone, but the blanket was blue, the weather sunny, and the baby cute. Let your imaginations run riot...