A little Edwardian R & R. 

Daguerreian Dandy has unlocked the lower reaches of the curio cabinet and found, carelessly wedged betwixt a late 18th century taxidermy rodent named Cuthbert and Grandfather Dandy's (1779-1851, may his soul rest peacefully for all eternity, even if he was an irascible, parsimonious old sod that threatened your scribbler with a good lick of the old birch should Dandy ever put a foot out of line) smashing silver snuff box, this chipper little postcard of Edwardian leisure and gaiety. A crowd of mirthful spectators, 3 Grandmother's reaching for their vials of revival salts and one vigilant canine on a mission take stock of a woman and her young offspring, or perhaps charge, should she happen to be a governess or such, as they head down the slope in their little cart. Such fun and jubilation! Oh boy. One does wonder if anyone was afforded a quick peek of Ms. Edwardian's unmentionables on the way down...