Monday, 16 May 2011

Hanging Rock

You know I love a trip to Hanging Rock. Rupert came too and was so well behaved, he got all covered in grass and I thought he rather resembled a lamington.
Little French Fanny was over for a visit, et Maman.

I wore my beloved Christopher Kane jumper which got a bit hot by the time we'd trekked all the way to the top. I always insist we get to the top before were allowed to eat our picnic. He he he



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