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The Adventures of Freddie - part 1 (probably)

Littlest has a new task. One that will hopefully distract her from missing, too much, her biggest sister, who departed for university, yesterday - lots of those I-wish-I-didn't-have-to-say-goodbye-and-where-have-the-past-19-years-gone? hugs, and Mummy and Littlest tears after she had gone.

The biggest sister took one of Littlest's fleeces with her, to have in her bed and left Littlest with a cherished teddy called Freddie. Littlest has promised to look after him until biggest sister gets back (in December; that's a lot of looking after!)

So yesterday, we took Freddie on 'an adventure'. To an apple festival. At Audley End.

Littlest quickly marched us through the all-things-appley marquee; briefly glanced at the Suffolk Punch beast of a handsome horse; lingered longingly in the gift shop - twice!- hurried through the Victorian kitchen re-enactment; spent an age trying out all the swings, slides, ropes and climbing frames in the play park, and marvelled at the falconry ... briefly!

And Freddie joined in:

Buckaroo!


Climbing


Falconry


Peregrine falcons swooping down with more G-force than a fighter jet are a bit scary for bears, so it was a bit safer hanging around at Littlest's knee height


Littlest 'found' Freddie a friend in the gift shop


And, today decided that one friend wasn't enough, so baked him a gingerbread one - with a broken arm (not sure if Littlest, or Four-Legged-Friend, who was trying ever so hard to help, got the arm)


Note: the icing sling! Parental influence??

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