Do you remember the heady excitement of messing about on an empty stage? I do. The opportunity to know what everything looked like from 'up there' was too good to miss.
I had no idea that Peaches would find it so interesting as well - I thought she'd be too young to clock the significance of a stage. It could have had something to do with running into her daycare playmate who's a year older.
I DID happen to be having a beer while I took these photos, but it wasn't as if a whole line up of acts were waiting to get on stage. Hanging out in an empty marquee was the easiest option for keeping Peaches out of the sun/out of the sea/in my sight.
Every now and then she'd stop running to hold her top out and smile beautifically (is there any other way). That brought her a few cheers from guys passing through the tent on their way to drink beer on the beach.We also had ice cream because she's surprisingly good at eating it (funny that). I don't let her run around with it. Is it the credit crunch or would I always be too stingy to see a good ice cream dropped on the floor? (You decide.)
My mum always tells the story of how I had a tantrum and scrunched up an ice cream when she attempted to turn it around for me. This took place in a full butcher's shop and she insists it was excruciatingly embarrassing. I've learnt from her mistake and don't ever come between a toddler and her cone. No matter how sticky and drippy things get, I leave her to it.
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