Back Pack

Another addition to my world this year has been a back pack.  While it’s MY back pack, it goes on F’s back (or more usually her front).  I travel in it.  It has windows, side doors, a top-flap and skylight, and a pocket for F’s rubbish bags. 

Mostly, being put in the back pack means going to the beach; well beach or gardening, but mainly beach.  Recently, since Mr B came back for the winter, it has also meant rides in the van – long rides – and visits to hotel rooms, 

                                        tourist attractions.

                                                                                                       and outdoor cafes