Mum took us down to the farm the other day to see Granny Margaret. We had a great time after lunch climbing up the stockyard gates, feeding the horses and blowing fairies all around the paddocks. I particularly liked yelling at the cows to get them to come closer but funnily enough they went the other way instead. George had a great time too pretending to be an important sheepdog, chasing imaginary rabbits but mmmmm...rolling in real poo. Mummy not that impressed but still loves him all the same.