Nothing better than waking up on Easter Sunday than finding an egg hunt set up in the garden. Yep, I might be 48 but hidden chocolate works for me every time. Especially when all were stashed at handy head height to stop the dogs from scoffing the tempting little golden bunnies first.
And Mr H seemed pretty chuffed with his Larry Lamb too.
Walked off at least the first bite of the rabbits with a trot on Climping Beach – at least Scrumpy can swim better than Flossy, so honour was restored.