We're really lucky where we live, in that we're never more than a few minutes from the sea, the city and the country; a quick trip up the road, and we can be burying our toes in the sand, foraging in the woods or pottering around independent stores and coffee shops. We celebrated the return of the sun (hello, Spring!) and warmer weather by heading off to Queen Elizabeth Country Park last weekend, armed with rucksacks, puddlesuits and all-important snacks.
It was glorious; we breathed in the heady scent of damp earth, relished being out of doors and squelched happily along in the mud. The kiddos loved it - they ran ahead, chasing each other, tumbling to the ground, giggling. They brandished sticks and balanced on fallen logs, investigated the undergrowth and ran wildly across the flat ground at the top of the hill, before protesting loudly when it was time to leave. It was wonderful, it was needed and it was a taste of things to come.