(for want of a better title)
Drove into Wellsford Forest from the top, heading for a wriggly part of the topographical map. Parked up at the picnic ground and headed down Gunyah Track, looking for the wriggly red lines running off it. I followed one which turned into a dead end, and never saw two or three others.
Suddenly I was at an intersection which I wasn’t sure about, but took the right-hand fork anyway, figuring that I’d end up at a prominent straight bit of road. Well, it just went on and on, twisting every which way, until eventually I cut my losses around the 3km mark and turned back. I only wanted a short run.
Back the way I came, still hoping to find a wriggly line detour, but without success. Got a bit boring towards the end. 6.2 km
Then on into Bendigo for Jess’s baby shower. Part of our “homework” for this was to bring one of our own baby photos for a guessing game. I discovered something when I was digging through my albums and looking critically at my baby photos. Something that had been there for forty-odd years, but I’d never really realised before.
I was an ugly baby!
I started to “cute up” around 12 months, but man, I was NOT one of those adorable babies that you oooh and aaah over.
My mother, however, was a stunner -
This is the one that I ended up taking along, and pinning on the board. Running. You think they would have guessed!
The story I’ve always been told is that you were running a couple of months before you walked. (Something about momentum keeping you upright, and not quite knowing how to stop…)
They are lovely photos – you definitely weren’t an ugly child.
Goodness! ! ! You look just like your mother used to look. The similarity is incredible! (Less the flaming waves of red hair, of course.)
And these photos are DEFINITELY cute. One GOOD LOOKING toddler. You’ve obvious hidden the “ugly” baby photos, but if judging by these photos alone . . . no, you look fine.
Heh! Didn’t I always say you looked “cute?” <:-)