When your children start to do things like this after being stuck indoors all day, you know it's time to get out of the house. Rain or no rain.
And please excuse Grace's tattoos. Which I hate. So of course she loves them even more.
Despite the wet weather, it was actually quite warm, but Grace insisted they both wear their raincoats, horrified by my suggestion of going out for a nudie run. Which, coming from the girl who sheds her clothes at every available opportunity, was rather surprising. And a little frustrating. When I need her to wear clothes she won't, yet when I suggest she enjoy a good old naked frolic in the rain, she flatly refuses.
So they waved at the passing traffic (two cars and a stock truck), jumped in every puddle they could find, had sword fights with dried agapanthus stalks, crash tackled each other, and generally had a marvellous time.
And made me wonder for the umpteenth time why we waited so long to make the move.
