This is on the National Trust’s 50 things to do list, but never ever having managed to achieve this myself, EVER (oh the shame!), this was something I needed to delegate. Over to Dadda. I thought our little lady might be in with a chance, but thought it maybe a little too intricate for the double trouble gang. However, I was proved wrong. Our little lady cracked it completely on her own eventually, and the mini men managed to blow into the grass positioned properly in Dadda’s thumbs. They were all chuffed to pieces with their success (oh and the noise it created!!). A new loud sound to their repertoire.