White currants and mischief

Whilst on a day trip to our local national trust place, we were strolling in their fabulous walled kitchen garden and by the gate there was a pile of produce and an honesty box.  Always keen to try new things, and feeling peckish I picked up a punnet of white currants.  Darling boy was very keen and nearly ate the whole tub- well it makes a change from cake!  although looking not unlike frogspawn, or alien eyeballs, they are actually pretty tasty.  Sharp, juicy and sweet.

One of Darling boys favourite things to play with is gravel.  Don't ask me why, it's a boy thing I guess.  And what do stately homes have by the tonne? gravel pathways.  Whilst us oldies took a rest, Darling boy busied himself with the gravel at our feet.  Granny, feeling mischievous, suggested he put some gravel in grandad's Crocs shoes- as he had, of course, fallen asleep. As Darling boy was obliging with the stones (the cheeky child's version of a shape sorting toy?)  his Great Granny leant forward.  She is old skool and fairly quiet most of the time.  I was expecting a telling off, but instead with a twinkle in her eye, she pointed out a good hole in which to stuff more stones.  I was amazed and delighted at her joining in the fun and would even go as far as to say I now see her in a whole new light.