Attack of the killer swans

We had a fabulous family day out at Lake Coniston yesterday. It was a picturesque scene, picnic blanket, kids frolicking by the waters edge, we had the place to ourselves. Then it happened, they were soundless, stealthlike and swift! The killer swans!! It was Cerys who made the first mistake, poor innocent child, fed the swans some of her mini cheddars! That was it, they invaded the shore and bullied, hissed and pecked at anything in their path, it was carnage. John came up with the perfect plan to save us all - retreat into the hills, where we would be safe, taking any food we could we ran for our lives!!! They were relentless pacing up and down behaving more like a man u supporter than one of her majesty's great birds. Thankfully they had as much patience as a man u supporter and went looking for the nearest kebab shop leaving us in peace.

There is something quite magical about sitting by a lake with breathtaking views. The water gently rippling and all you can hear are the birds and a distant canooist. We were visiting a spot that I frequented as a child so it brought back many wonderful memories of swimming in the lake as a kid with my brothers and sisters. So a perfect day full of nostalgia, family fun and killer birds :)

John wore the kids out by playing 24 in (hide and seek 2007), they all fell asleep in the car on the way home. Poor Ceilidh was too ill to come (some bug), so stayed with Grandma who was ill too.