Duck World

Here are some more old photos from some beautiful Christmas in Scotland or other. I'm in the process of scanning a lot of the family photo collection at the moment, so I'll probably give you quite a few instalments of these.

Let's start it off real nice with this picture of me jumping all over my grandfather:

I must have entered terror mode. He was powerless to stop me. I regret nothing.

When I wasn't jumping on him, of course, he was sitting peacefully on that couch. With his daughter and her dog, Poppy.

Here's my grandma, at the other end of the room. Who knows what she's chuckling at.

Now for a detour. We must visit the ducks.

This was a park we used to visit all the time. Here I am, very much enjoying that duck attention, with my cousin in the background.

True bliss was attained in that duck park.

And then, eventually, we had to leave. Goodbye ducks. Farewell duck world.