Auntie Is

Super-tri-athlete-society-transforming-all-cycling-all-fun fabby Aunty Isabel has arrived, by bike, natch, she's come from a biathalon running swimming thing (natch) on Hampstead Heath and we've gone off to see the Tour of Britain come flying by Whitestone Pond.
But my Daddy and I realised (actually Isabel told us) that we only had one photo of her up on our blog and that was on the day I was born. That felt wrong.

So here she is trying to keep me away from her ice-cream. I give about a year and the lolly will be mine (cue sound of manic laughter).