Miss Casdok is wise. She knows we're going to be sitting on the train all day from Surrey to where C goes to school, and she tells us to run and play now so we'll be nice and tired later. What a strange playground! All the playgrounds we've ever seen have woodchips beneath it. The grass is beautiful, but Miss Casdok reminded one of us (I won't say who, but his name is Stanley) not to get our jeans grass-stained because she's not sure how to wash them. We did lots of running, jumping and playing and now we're ready for our next adventure. We've never been on a train before!