Eldest is hanging upside down by her knees with a tumble of golden hair touching the ground. Little One is throwing leaves, wood chippings and beech nut cases into the air with glee. It’s the start of the Easter break and I’m determined that, though there may be fog following me around, we are going to have a little adventure anyway.
Like all good adventures should, we start with sustenance. Plate-sized pancakes with cherries for me and an assortment of gooey sauces and tiny sweets for the girls. Then off to a village play park with the best swings in the world. Huge long chains just made for stomach-twirling heights and hanging backwards to look at the trees upside down. A wooden fort with ropes, ladders and bars for acrobatics if you happen to be that way inclined (and Eldest certainly is). We have the whole field to ourselves and though there’s thick grey cloud above, seeing the girls get into the spirit of mini-adventure lifts the clouds within.
On the way home Little One chirps ‘lovely day’ and I have to agree.