Day 3.345: E5N1 and the gloves of doom

It has been a great relief this winter that E5N1 seems to have finally embraced the need for cold-weather clothing and, in particular, the previously-eschewed gloves.

Sunday afternoon was no exception. He started off striding purposely in his red mittens and his sister's hat (chosen for its coordinating colour):

About half-way around the walk he dipped his hand in icy water and got his mitten soaking wet. Despite his protests we refused to let him wear it and he walked the next section with one hand in his pocket:

Until, by the time he had this thin-ice interaction with Exile #3, he had managed to borrow one of Exile #2's mittens.

And, when it was time to have our regular argument about whether the post between the one labelled '1' and the one labelled '3' has a '2' or a 'Z' on it, he had managed to swap his other mitten for one of Exile #3's gloves.

All that remained was to reunite gloves with their owners, investigate the supposedly-soggy mitten and count the cost of the adventure (make sure you have the sound on for this one):



No really - we had a great time!