As we put Brodie to bed tonight he cried big fat tears because he was so very sad the day was over. He can't imagine a day ever being as fun as today was. He lived it with his whole heart and soul and squeezed every last bit of enjoyment out with some help from his friends.
People in this part of Scotland often regard galadays as bad news, as an excuse for bad behaviour from people who should know better. Well today we reclaimed a slice of childhood magic for a little pirate cat and his fairy sister.