Rivers, weddings and mouth organs

Angharad lost John's ball into the river on one of the weekly Tuesday parent/child strolls in Roath Mill Gardens. As the only dad present I waded in after it. Thankfully there were no pics of this middle-aged man up to his groin in water staggering out of the river clutching a ball and completely drenched from brass balls to the balls of his feet.

Mouth organ:

Then we all went to Nik's cousin's wedding in the Quantock Hills down Zummerset way. Bride and groom both looked stunning. Angharad too!

Three generations!