A Sunday in September
After a week of cold, wet weather, Sunday turned out beautiful so we headed out to Grandholm for a family walk.
Autumn's definitely on the way, though - I spotted my first orange leaf of the year:
And the brambles are almost ripe.
We had a quick play in the park - swinging on the swings; spinning on the roundabout; bouncing on the seesaw. Matilda, in her carrier, didn't look particularly impressed but I suppose she spends all day getting whooshed and jiggled about so is less excited by... eh... whooshing and jiggling about...
The riverside walk is fascinating - there are all these bits of rusty old mill machinery and tumbled industrial buildings hidden in amongst the trees. We only walked a tiny part of the way but Steve and I kept getting distracted by the remnants of walls, Matilda by the bobbing branches.
Because life is lived in short bursts between naps at the moment, we headed home for lunch.
Then it was off into town for a nosy round Aberdeen Art Fair followed by a quick sandwich in Caffè Nero where Matilda was very impressed by the children's corner.
Look at my baby, sitting on a chair all by herself(-ish)! It's even more incredible than the amount of people who thought she was a "gorgeous little boy" because the stripes on her dress were blue.
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