Playtime for a Fish

Wheeeee! I'm sliding down the slide on my scaley bottom! And now I'm swinging, hanging on only by my fins! Higher! Faster! Wheeeeeeeeee! And look at me slithering down my new fireman's pole! Wheeeeeeee bump!

I am liking this. It's a new playground, just for me - but I might be persuaded to share it with the more well-behaved youngsters who come to stay this season. But only if they promise to play nicely and not leave bottles and wrappers everywhere.

Wow! A climbing wall thingy, not ideal for a fish but I guess those of the hands and feet persuasion will be able to work it ok. And look! A telescopey thing, and I can see over to where I would be standing if I wasn't looking through this end instead.

And if I swing it across to the left I can see Supermole Saunders digging his way across the campsite. A new cable for the campers I hear, there will be 19 tent pitches with electricity this year! Not really camping at all is it what with your fridge, laptop and plasma TV; they'll be wanting hot showers next. And I still say it will be a miracle if the grass grows in time for Whitsun. But with Jasper's harrows and a bit of luck then just maybe...