One day we will lead a quiet life, but it is not this day! Nor apparently any of the days we’ve had recently. Last week the annual folk festival hit the town with bells, Morris dancers and a whole host of fun. This also meant a fairly flat out week at work between us, some late nights, a wild night for me on Tuesday and Grandpops down to join in the fun all week.

Saturday kicked off the singing and dancing for us with a little wander around after I finished work with Auntie Emily being literally dragged around by Polly. It was also Seb’s first real experience of the whole thing as he was only tiny for last years- safe to say it took him a couple of days to work out what had happened to his little seaside town.

A couple of days later he was definitely getting more adjusted to the volume of bells in the town and started to get his groove on.

And by Tuesday evening it was party time!

Tuesday night was also party time for mummy. It was our only night where both of us were off so naturally I shotgunned. With the help of my partners in crime (cough cough Emily and Laura) I had one of the best nights out I’ve ever had! We drank a bit too much, danced all night and laughed a lot (and I mean a lot!). No video needs to be seen of that night though!

Polly of course truly outdid herself this year. She also did all of the above, including drinking too much juice on Tuesday to the point her nappy leaked and she ended up weeing down my leg at dinner. She got her groove on many times with lots of her little friends including a spectacular session on the seafront during the samba band’s performance on Wednesday evening.

Then there was the face painting incident. She sat beautifully while the nice lady transformed her into a tiger and got very excited roaring at us….

Then precisely 45 seconds after this photo was taken she decided (like any 3 year old would) that she didn’t want to be a tiger any more, so she rubbed a huge patch off her face and burst into tears. Definitely worth the £3 and 10 minute wait for that one.

And who could forget her hijacking the instrument mans performance where she got a bit carried away after being asked to ring one of the bells and decided she wanted to be the star of the show, refusing to move till the man let her have a turn like the big kids. Thankfully she was easily distracted with a horn of all things!

Thursday actually turned out to be the last day of the festival as Friday was cancelled due to the horrendous weather that battered us at the end of the week. We had a fab morning with Auntie Jen and the kids cousins, with us stumbling on the bubble man and having a cheeky hot chocolate and cake after the rain threatened to end the fun.

With the bells coming to an end though Henry and I are a little bit shattered which has led to a few scenes like these…

And back to today’s dramas. Well we have actually had a nice day, we went on a fun filled play date this morning which was a great return to normality. Then this afternoon we took a trip up to our friends farm where Polly was in her element with the cows and tractors, she loved watching the milking and we also got to meet a calf born in the time we were up there!

We got a bit time lost though and ended up on a mission to find some quick tea which ended up in a trip to the next town along the seafront to the trusted McDonald’s. Sadly a bunch of teenagers added an interesting twist to the evening and we got to witness a 14 year old assaulting an innocent teenager at the next table- a wonderful thing to explain to a 3 old year trying to eat her fish fingers in peace. Polly was fairly excited to meet the policeman who came to chat to us afterwards and Seb even stroked the poor mans beard! Our children are apparently untroubled by events like these though and even watching a teenager being punched in the face wasn’t enough to deter the next Beyoncé

And on that note we’ve decided to have a tame evening watching a bit of tv, sharing a can of Thatchers and eating our weight in chocolate- maybe tomorrow will be a quiet one?!