It was Carolyn's son Aran's eighth birthday on Monday. Carolyn tricked me into agreeing to go along to the party to take photos. She was pretty devious, asking me if I wouldn't mind taking a few photos of Aran, then, after I'd agreed, pointing out that it would be his birthday, and there would be 21 other kids there.
Actually, it was a pretty good do, which was held on a local organic farm, where the kids got to ride in a tractor trailer, feed farm animals, play in a lavender maze (which was really cool) and have a hay fight. It was a glorious day, and the views over the Welsh hills and Dee Estuary were magnificent (albeit marred by the new off-shore wind powerstation).
Aran is certainly his mother's son all right. Guess what he wanted (and got) for his birthday present. Go on, you'll never guess…
A water butt.