After an easy journey home, albeit having to spend seven hours in Philadelphia airport (planned, they have comfy rocking chairs) we were home by 9am on Tuesday. Sue went straight to work, but I had the pleasure of a trip to Dunham Massey with Kate, Simon, Jacob and Jessica.
This time Jacob managed to negotiate the mud, and he also failed spectacularly to fall in a giant puddle. Jessica was unmoved by the whole experience.
The new Visitor Centre is open and the old entrance to the grounds has been blocked off, forcing visitors through the new centre, presumably in a bid to get them to spend money. Yesterday that involved a trail of mud through the room from the hordes of push chairs and toddlers’ wellies. A diversion was required to feed the ducks, and a new pathway was completely flooded. The centre was late opening and looks a mess, as was staffing at the old but still open restaurant area, where there were longer queues than usual, perhaps due to theft of some of their staff by the new café area near the Visitor Centre.
Aside from these teething problems it was nice to be able to enjoy a warm, sunny and very green day, with crocuses lining the canal towpath as I walked home from Broadheath.