Thorpe Arnold (462)

Today, Uncle Les and Auntie Fiona took me on a trip round some Leicestershire churches to make up for missing out on my holiday "up north" (you may 'member the car broke down again and we only got as far as the M1). The weather didn't look too promising and Auntie Fiona had a towel for me to sit on "just in case"; in the end I didn't need it (but it did make the car seat more comfier).

The first stop was Thorpe Arnold where I balanced, very precariously I should add, on the sign.