Weather: spring-like, slightly chilly, clean and crisp

We met in St Andrews Park and coloured bunny masks to prepare for our egg rolling and hunting.

We squeezed some orange juice with a lemon squeezer thingy and some of the largest oranges available in the greater Bristol area. Paula forgets knife, Lindsey, like every good bushcrafter has about her person a small but deadly Swiss army knife. Orange juicing goes down a treat.

Egg rolling goes quite well but some initial concerns (voiced with wails) about the sharing aspect (none of us could bring ourselves to buy nasty eggs or waste free range / organic eggs) so we’d boiled our oldest eggs but there weren’t quite enough. Sharing seems to go better once the smashing and exploding of the eggs begins and hilarity takes over.

Egg hunting goes far better with the gentle breeze wafting the sweet smell of fair trade chocolate to the small but perfectly adapted olfactory recepticals of our sniffer children. Eggs were gracefully handed to Paula and equally distributed in a remarkably order fashion. We sang our Seahorse song and then disbanded.

We eagerly await our first Seahorse baby, due on Friday, good luck Cath, Elena, Thalia and their Daddy.