Adventuring and roaming and generally getting muddy up to our chins last week. I can never understand why these woods are so empty and quiet, it's incredible - this housing estate is FULL of families with young children. One part of the path comes close to a row of manicured gardens with play sets in, yet we have almost never seen young children walking in the woods.
My mum wearing the baby, because my ankle still hurts a fair bit of the time and the baby was getting heavy (it wouldn't even occur to me to ask, but one of the many things that makes my mum amazing is that she doesn't wait to be asked, she is a mind-reader extraordinaire and a babywearing grandma to boot).
Losing my children in the bushes, as they make fairy houses and climb things and find strange and wonderful fungus, and hush me so that they can hear the woodpeckers.Beautiful pixie girl!Oh I cannot WAIT until the bluebells come up, and fill this place with their heady perfume and bright glorious sea of purple. They are shooting up all over the place already, tight green points promising a show in months to come.
Muddy puddles for playing in (and falling over in - see Jenna's trousers in some of these pictures), and a magic pool to throw big sticks into (and pull them out again dripping stagnant water everywhere).
Tall bare branches, steady and strong sheltering trees. And the sky, so blue.