Dinton Pastures 

Even after a year and a half I still get moments when I think, ‘christ I’m actually a dad’. One of these moments came driving into Dinton Pastures. I have fond memories of weekends as a kid going there, feeding the ducks, and the angry, or just greedy, gease, playing in the park and just having a great time.


And this weekend I got to take Lily and my niece. It was a lovely day out, Rosie and I made pita bread sarnies and we took the cakes my niece and Rosie made earlier that day.


I was probably more excited than the kids, though my niece did make a new friend within about 5mins of being on the climbing frames.



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