We hadn't been below the bridge to Trolland for a number of years, but we had to go and see this little "Peikko". |
When is it coming? |
Hmmm...now it's got to go uphill. |
How are they going to do it? |
Where there's a will, there's a way. |
I hope grandpa and daddy don't hurt themselves. |
No worries. The Eagle has landed! |
The old magic carpet trick. |
Voila! No scratches on the floor. No sore backs. |
You should have seen it, Grandma Janet! |
The minimalist IKEA kitchen. |
Meanwhile. back in the living room.... |
...the exhausted father falls into his lounge chair.... |
...and promptly conks out. |
Later on we play... |
...and wrestle |
and work out! |
Whew. Let me catch my breath! |
Howell is a beautiful small town with sidewalks and large trees, a great place to walk. You could imagine yourself being in the 19th century, were it not for the hum of traffic which surrounds it. |
On our way home we stopped as Mik and Jeni's and saw Miss Bunny and Miss Tiger. |
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