Denny Wood Chainsaw Massacre

We've been out in the forest today having a bike ride. Miranda was totally focussed, burning up the miles, trying to overtake Caroline or the boys at every opportunity. She really tries to excel, and when you see those little legs spinning the cranks around it gives you the most amazing sense of satisfaction. Even when you know that the exhaustion will set in and you'll be pushing her up the next hill!

After a great ride we stopped to play on the dragon, and as a variation on a theme I decided to play a game that was part orienteering part treasure hunt as the landscape changes a lot when the bracken grows. It was going well until Lewis cried out "Dad, somethings wrong, I've got a big hole in my leg!!" He wasn't joking, the bracken had slashed the front of this thigh open, and you could see flesh and blobules of fat poking through. The blood was pouring down his leg, not a camera in sight or a wet wipe, let alone a plaster.

So we've had a visit to Lymington Casualty department to top off the afternoon for some treatment (Steristrips rather than stitches). Fortunately he's fine and more disappointed about being signed off games for a few weeks.

This photo (which I only process last night) will have to do.