Little Darling was running freely on the bridge. On the way back, he stopped to admire kids sliding on the edge of the bridge (though is not advisible to do so as the rough surface could cause accident) and refused to walk further. He had forgotten about the story of ‘The Black Lamb’ (a naughty lamb who did not listen to mummy sheep, walked away from group and lost; fell from cliff when it turned dark.) Mummy purposely left him alone and observed him from far. He was shocked when he realised that he could not find daddy and mummy and started walked in the opposite way crying. Daddy quickly chased him up and hugged him.
We walked to the Henderson Arch too. It was metal canopy top where Little Darling fell three times. The Little one asked mummy to kiss his painful hands and knee caps and told mummy ‘ Darling poor thing!’ hahaha….. Poor thing because fell three times! We turned back half way before reach Hortpark as it has turned dark and mosquitoes started to attack Darling.
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