A MORNING WITH CHARLIE

As I walked through the gates the Charlotte Roses that greeted me in the garden, were just beaten in beauty by the Charlotte Rose that lay in her cot inside.

Little Charlie with her beautiful round cheeks and blue eyes, had not long started on solids, but ate them with much enthusiasm when I visited her.

This is the story of Charlie and her Mum and Dad, one Saturday morning in December.  We drank cups of tea, they took me for a walk through their neighbourhood, , and then little Charlie was hungry again.  Just as she should be.

You can see the family film over here.