I got on the bike and headed off to Harrow to fetch Mycroft fairly early, leaving Sherlock to bounce off the walls and drag John out of bed and demand to know where we're going, despite John not knowing.
When Mycroft and I got back we were all ready to go - suncream, water bottles, books, snacks...and off to the tube.
Mycroft knew our destination, and Sherlock guessed every stop we went past, and when we changed tubes...
We ended up at Kew Gardens.
This will sound ridiculous to most of you, but I got rather stupidly happy when John and I could get joint membership - I did it last night on the computer. 'Two adults in the same family, living at the same address' - that's us :) And it means we can go anytime, for free, now, which I hope we will.
Anyway, we got in no trouble...and Sherlock did his first headlong run of the day, knocking aside old grannies and other kids, heading to the pond and the tropical glasshouse.
The pond did indeed have some very big fish. I think John might have nabbed the pictures of that.
It was, being a tropical glasshouse, absolutely boiling. But rather nice when we came out again... except Sherlock kept wanting to go back in.
I did eventually volunteer to take him right to the top walkway, where it was approximately a billion degrees.
Yes, we debated what would happen if we reached out and jumped into trees, or dropped things on people below....
A conversation which had started when we did the treetop walk:
We seriously needed a leash for Sherlock. I climbed the stairs with him on my shoulders, because the risk of him escaping was too high, and then he'd have terrified everyone else up there with questions of death and mayhem. It was amazing. You are right up in the treetops, loads to see, and totally safe. Until Sherlock starts asking about what would happen if it all fell down, and jumping so it sways and shakes, when the other people started to look a bit murderous...
And it's so massive there was plenty of room for Sherlock to run about loads, and geese to bother, chickens to catch (we made him put it back), and general fun for all.
And ice cream.
Lots of ice cream.
Although I got a NannyGlare grade 2 for 'eating an ice lolly like that in public'. (I asked what 'like that' was like. I was told I knew what it was 'like'.)