A stroll along the Medway
Dad said 'hang on boys' - we said 'bugger off... were outa here'
Dad eventually catched us up cos Brae stopped to do some fishing or sniffing (cant remember which)
Were off again, the leaves have started to fall off the Willows so we wunned through them to make them fly like likkle .....erm............er.......fairies
We comed to the end of the field so we had to wait for dad to open the gates
My favorite fing are these sheepsy's just waiting to be eated for Sunday roasts
This is a view of sumfink
We stopped at the Tickled Trout where Mum and Dad did have a fine pint of Whistable Pale Ale
We laid under the table and waited for them.... Brae did have a snooze cos he gettid bord.
We comed back along the south side toward Wateringbury Station
A map fing that we did follow.
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