awaken after too little sleep. The ogre is back, the hiss. See that the sun has risen, hear the son rise. Gets his clothes on and goes.
Comes back imitating an alarm clock in order to waken his father.
Get up, the brother is in a fit of sorts. Coffee ready, need to go for an egg hunt. Beg for a moment, shoes on , yesterdays clothing, cream the nose.
Egg hunt at ten, and it is late.
In the car the nephew tells me that only four year olds and girls go to egg hunts.
He has a good time solving the riddles anyhow someway.
The castle gardens are beautiful and well kept, their pre-spring trim like a fresh haircut, all ready for their growth period.
A man building a drystone wall of shale or slate. Each stone precise, each with a spirit level check.
Eggs to be found by children
Gardens to be enjoyed by all
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