This horror, feigning sleep but actually busy kicking mum in the back, came today to wear me out. Three years (almost) and full of energy. The intention was to visit a local heritage railway, however, the traffic alterations had made them double back, and I was not keen on my niece driving around too much on strange roads. So, I convinced them to visit the museum as this was just around the corner and I knew he would love it.
The exhibition concerned the local Fire, Police and Ambulance operations down through the years. It is a fantastic display with lots for kids to do, and he was soon taking over the fire station. There are many old items from those who served as 'retained firemen,' sometimes for many years. Bits and bobs of equipment, some for obvious use and others which make you wonder!
I particularly liked the model fire engines on display, such as this pre-war engine, and the WW2 gray versions, usually staffed by those who had a full-time job during the day also. They had some call-outs round here.
Fire, Police and Ambulance were enjoyable, but when he found a wee shop he was in his element, shopping is a thing for him. So, we had to spend some time while he bought his shopping, though no money appeared to pass by, and then dad and I disappeared into a darkened room to colour in pictures.
Hunger forced us into the adjoining café, where we scoffed toasted delights and the little 'un bounced on the seating. By this time he had got used to me and was happy to make me read a 'Mr Nosey' book to him, before he ate. Then it was home and playtime at the holiday cottage for him and brandy and bed for me.
A good day.
