Finally James has sprouted a tooth, well, two, to be precise. One bottom and one top on the right. Phew. In addition, he has suddenly taken bold steps alone; all obstacles capably nudged aside by our little snow plough.
Here was James on New Years Day at Holkham, in bracing winds needing to hang on to keep upright.
Our fellow beach combers Tom, Emma and Elliot.
Along with Alice, Ellen, Bess and Joe.
And here he is just a few days later, sober as a judge (inspite of appearances).
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