Back to Findhorn Beach

With a fine morning, we headed out to Findhorn beach. I had some more paddling to do and Dad had a better castle to build. It was a great success on a really lovely morning.

Dad's castle was a much better effort and we waited a long time for the tide to come in and engulf it but Dad couldn't keep me at bay forever and I soon beat the tide to its destruction!

Feshie River Cairns

On the front page of the Strathy this week was an article about some cairns that have popped up alongside the river Feshie. The article deliberately didn't give any detail about where exactly it was but with a little google mapping and an educated guess about where they were most likely, Dad and I went out looking for them.

Our guess was right and they were well worth the trip. Majestic little stone towers on the bank of the river. Lots of them. Someone had been extremely busy! We added our own and it was only while attempting this that we begun to appreciate just the amount of effort that had gone into building these. Some were as big as me! Dad and me couldn't make any nearly that big before they would fall over.

Also in the area was a fallen tree. This was perfect because just that morning there had been an article on the paper about the National Trusts new campaign of 50 things to do before you're 11 and 3/4. Dad had checked out the list and was pleased to see that I'd already completed most of them but there were a few still to do. One or two he was very surprised we hadn't already done at some point and here we had an opportunity to cross one of those off. That was walking across a fallen tree. It turned out to be a lot of fun and we spent about as much time on this tree as we did building cairns! Enjoy the photos (and see if you can spot me on some of the ones of the tree!)...

This isn't forced perspective - they really are as tall as me!

 Can you see me in the background building my own cairn?

Here we go!

The finished article!

One fallen tree...

I'm up there somewhere!

Moving

Everyone agrees I'm getting too big to continue sleeping on the floor in the same room as Mum and Dad when we stay at Granny and Grandpa's so Grandpa has very kindly agreed to relinquish his workshop. We all feel bad about this, and not just because it's going to be quite a lot of work to get all his gear out of there and then get the room decorated and carpeted!

So, after everyone had picked it clear of everything worth keeping, it was time to help Dad dismantle his workbench and lift the floor and then get all of that stuff out to the shed ready to be burned. Ah, I knew there would be something else worthwhile in all this - can't wait to burn this stuff!