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_vkMH8Tvt5rfWHEogJv86evY6HmOaiAIQhK5FGbF8a4dqGEKpcy9HXmNh1y7h9wCoxe1thh5aMDysSQv3y6tcI_rE5Z-SSmo1-a5IEJZnamVsejNGK1N_V8XA=s0-d)
![Flickr: Jack and Liz over the bridge (The Groynes)](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vtDECrRKD_cZVu1I7k5WT07y0qvtDQvte1KX40on7D5UPh8T8B3zb6eMCgjV6xG8Zt2Goozf4mOjnxfL1EiE0p2lajljF-9-Mmn0W7WFhUSiUbdixwED85=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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