We didn't go to Eastercon, because we didn't believe the con committee would be able to deliver a convention that would be enjoyable for a family to attend. Instead, we went to Center Parcs at, Oasis Whinfell Forest. With Tibs and Joan WANOLJ and all the children. It was lovely; we are all exhausted.
I ache all over, not least because I fell off my bike on Sunday in the most pathetic fashion imaginable (couldn't get left foot out of toeclip on stopping, a classic April error). Owls! Hawks! 3d photography (lots). Red squirrels (rather more than I had been led to believe were left in England). Pony rides. Log fires. Forest walks. Swopping children to provide all the grownups with spa sessions. Tons of swimming. Marianne couldn't swim on Friday and was learning breast stroke this morning, her doggy paddle being judged more than adequate. Jonathan went down the kiddies water slide at least 500 times *while I was watching*. Easter egg hunts (of course). Early nights for grownups due to complete battery discharge.
Both these photos are one half of a stereo pair, much like nearly every famous Victorian photo you've ever seen.
This is me with Buster the Eagle Owl, enormous, placid, and relatively safe for the untrained and nervous.
The Harris hawk flying to a glove. The stereo of this is my most-favourite-stereo that I've ever taken.