In a truly british manner we spent our easter day going out and having fun. Whatever the weather. We went to the Game Fair at Carlton Towers, a little country house near where dad lives. I'd never been to a game fair before, I was expecting anything, including Monopoly I suppose.

What we got was mud. Lots of mud. And the sound of distant gunfire.

Number one daughter's shoes. Before they got properly muddy.

It was raining when we arrived. That was a bad sign. People in 4x4s with sturdy raincoats were leaving, their big cars slithering around in the mud. This was a worse sign. But we persevered and parked our little family car, ate our packed lunch, and sallied forth into the grey, damp, rainsoaked mist.


The irony was not lost on us.

Eventually the rain stopped and we started to enjoy ourselves. After all, you can only get so muddy, after that it starts to become fun.

Every home should have one.

We had a go on the hook a duck, win a prize every time stall. And, guess what, we won. We even found time to do some clothes shopping.


.. but they didn't have one in my size.

I'm not sure if I'll go to another game fair. It was a bit "huntin', shootin', fishin'" for me. It was rather scary to see that there are people out there who take their guns as seriously as I take my computers. But I'm glad I went to this one.


what it was really all about. Choosing top dog.