Last weekend, it was lovely and sunny, so we decided to take Amy up to Victoria Park in Bristol. It’s a gorgeous big park in the heart of Windmill Hill and we thought it would be nice to spend the afternoon there with our neighbour Rich and his two boys.
His eldest son Beau is about half a year older than Amy and over the last year or so, they’ve become the best of friends. It’s so cute watching them play together. They’re a match made in heaven, bounce on our trampoline together and call each other when they are in the garden. Sometimes, they even climb through the fence that separates our gardens, just so they can spend time together.
Last Sunday, Beau and Amy raced up and down the slides at Victoria Park, climbed on the climbing frame and drove an imaginative train. The fun began when they started climbing through tubes. Amy happily climbs through tunnels on the ground, you know these fabric ones that you can put up in the garden or toddler ones at soft play, but as soon as they are off the ground, she gets a little wary of them. She crawls into the middle of it, sits down, contemplates which way out might be the best and happily comes out one end or the other. It’s so funny to look at and I’ve got no clue why she does it? Has she developed tunnel or tube OCD?