Worsbrough Mill.

It's the last day of the kid's Easter break, so we popped out for a little walk round Worsbrough Mill.  If you've never been, get yourself through for a visit - it's a nice little walk round. 
The Mill itself is a 17th Century Water Mill that is still working to grind grain into flour - you can watch it at work and buy some to take home (which I never have, as I'm a tight Yorkshireman). 
There's streams, trees, flowers, wildlife and a big reservoir offering long walks round.  We didn't take the pushchair today though, so Little Mr Short Legs was running wild and free (mainly wild) and our walk was a shorter one.  Oh, and there's a cafe too.  With cakes - which we were forced to sample.
Little Mr Crazy Pants found every muddy puddle available to jump in, fed some ducks and said "quack quack" about seventeen thousand times.  It's still quite cute though.
As usual, I had a camera bag over my shoulder, and this time I took a fisheye lens with me to get some crazy angle shots.  Well, not really crazy, but a bit different to the norm. 
Anyway, here's some snaps.  And if you want more info on the mill - click here.