A trip to the The Groynes
It's a strange name for a 'park' and will always make me giggle, it's the CarryOn-ness within me that makes me so British. Anywho, we had a picnic and a tootle around, most pleasant for a weekend afternoon
![Flickr: Jack and Mike at The Groynes](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_v9gbawA0nUT0sVXheFZhzUDoyKzi6fl79fG3K0o3NvJ9niBapiQZV6G-A_q12-k5OGIMZRmaXly1yVMbDIuuSiVXfVPqFeiGu4HNciMHroFqBkQEEpV5M8Zw=s0-d)
![Flickr: Jack and Liz over the bridge (The Groynes)](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_t3bDgap4pkpfSMHqfnlzDXdMi5lDMSUoX_yawvAA5c9zFapR_XIjOnlnGCFMDWF0PdjANqKDp3jRNDprkGN2WHTIJyUwlopVH_iBezLCwkkOp68mP24DBw=s0-d)
Jack wasn't too happy about walking over here, see him holding his hand out for Mum. And when I discovered it was a wire path I could see why, poor chap
Jack wasn't too happy about walking over here, see him holding his hand out for Mum. And when I discovered it was a wire path I could see why, poor chap
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