Egg hunt

I do not think we ever get too old for an old fashioned Easter Egg Hunt. Bob along with the other dad, set out to find an area for 'our' hunt - and when the green space area was taken by another party, the men resorted to the roundabout green area at the end of the street.
The kids ran across, crawled in the grass, slithered through low hanging bushes and stretched to reach the occasional egg perched on a traffic sign - and in a few short minutes all the eggs were safely collected and the trading and sharing began.
The boys are too old for basket, and prefer plastic bags, less drag when running, I was told.
Lukas managed to find a very special treat left by the Easter bunny as nobody he knows would leave him French fries...