This little man and I dropped everyone off at football and golf this morning, then had a wander round the golf club. We found some autumn colour.
And a view of the river.
And at the start of the small golf course the first thing I noticed was this fantastic apple tree.
It was huge, and covered with apples. Underneath there were literally hundreds of windfalls. Me and Superman filled a couple of carrier bags. Well, no-one else seemed to want any. The golfers are all too busy concentrating on being in the zone and comparing their equipment to notice free fruit lying about the place.
On our way back again to pick up the golfer Superman managed a little mischief.
Not only did he climb into a buggy, he managed (at the top of a slope which leads down to the car park) to take off the brake. They're surprisingly heavy, so once he'd leapt clear, out of the way of any possible attachment of guilt, I struggled to hold it at the top of the slope. So I climbed on. It wasn't immediately obvious whether there was a handbrake. After a moment it was clear there wasn't. I slammed on the footbrake and spent about five minutes sat there saying things like, "I don't know how to stop this running away" and "Is there an off button?" No-one came and helped. In the end I worked it out myself. I did keep checking it as we nonchalantly walked away. Last I saw, it hadn't moved...
After lunch Superman headed for the coast for climbing and cycling.
I'm sure it does, but we didn't have any. Not today anyway.
Scanning the horizon for enemies of superheroes and pirates.
Superman's having a lie down now. It's hard work being a superhero. Total breeze being a superhero mum though...