Scanned and Scrapped: Swingtime

Here's daughter-Two as a baby in England all wrapped up in the absolute favourite cardigan (now in tissue paper in the loft and hopefully not being fed upon by moths).

We lived in a small town outside London (certain locals liked to call it "the village" because it made it sound more desirable). There was a park at our end of town which we liked to stop at on our way to collect Daughter-One from school. This was taken when it was just warm enough to play outside, but I think Daughter-Two enjoyed the feel of the very cold air on her tongue. Either that or the cheeky gene was kicking in early.

And here it is scrapped:

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