Sledging at last.
Like most of the UK, we’ve had more snow than usual this winter, but, for us anyway, never really enough for a good sledging session in the absence of bitter, bitter winds. All four of us were therefore super-excited to celebrate the start of Spring with two snow days (during which I was up North on a school residential and the wind was the coldest I’ve ever experienced anywhere in the world, including Lapland!) followed by a calm Saturday with no plans that couldn’t be cancelled.
We’re very lucky to have a golf course within walking distance with an awesomely steep 3rd fairway with groundsmen who don’t seem to mind the locals taking it over when the course is covered in snow. It’s accessed through a lovely hole in the hedge which always reminds me of going through the wardrobe into Narnia.
Chloe was initially a little cautious and elected to try out the slope on my knee for her first go.
She then experimented with an alternative version of sledge-sharing with Ash.
Her third method was by far her favourite and each run was accompanied by joyous squeals of delight. The cautiousness had clearly worn off by then.
Harry, meanwhile, on a quest for some airtime, built himself a ramp. Check out the cosy Bogs wellies, by the way. I was so jealous of Harry’s toastie toes!
It was probably a good job the snow wasn’t deep enough to make a big one. I’d love to say that no Little Trekkers or sledges were harmed in the making of these photos but that wouldn’t quite be true. The red sledge has a rather impressive crack in it, although, I suspect that might be more to do with Ashley’s antics than Harry’s ramp.
Ashley’s obviously not realised you’re supposed to let the kids win when you race them!
Harry also spent a bit of time learning what happens when you let go of your sledge at the top of the hill.
I’m hoping he remembers this day when we hit the slopes for real some time in the next few years (we’re currently dithering between a canoe trip in Canada and our first family ski trip. Personally, I want to do both but life tends not to work like that, unfortunately).
I totally loved the sledging and may have made just as much noise as Chloe when it was my turn. I think my favourite parts of the day looked like this, though.
I love the together time that getting outside affords and this photo reminded me of one of our first blog posts (Eventually, the Sandy Beach) when I had a lovely walk and talk with a much tinier Chloe. Time passes so quickly but I’m so grateful for moments like these!
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About Me & Mine
Ashley (Dad/ 3rd child/ chief photographer). Me - Kerry (Mum/ the sensible one... sometimes). Harry (8) can't sit still and Chloe (nearly 6, thinks she can do everything Harry can and makes pretty good attempts too). We spend as much time as possible having "adventures" (which consist of anything which takes place outside and is accompanied by official “adventure sweeties”).
Favourite place in the world:
Ashley and me - The Ards Peninsula, Strangford Lough, The Mourne Mountains . Harry – Alan’s farm, anywhere with mud, sand, bugs or tractors or that requires a paddle or harness to get to. Chloe - Anywhere as long as it's outside and preferably with somewhere to toast marshmallows and drink “North Pole” hot chocolate
Favourite things to do outdoors:
Biking, climbing, canoeing, digging holes on the beach, making dens (or anything out of sticks), looking for squirrels, butterflies, crabs and Gruffalos. Chloe loves to collect stones, but we try to discourage that as we invariably end up carrying the most precious ones home. She managed to stash about 20 in her bag on a recent weekend away in Ballycastle and cunningly talked Uncle Pancake into carrying her bag to the car so we wouldn’t find out until it was too late. She currently has a fairly large cairn in her bedroom! Harry has a model dairy farm complete with stone walls built from beach pebbles in his bedroom. Neither has much room left for sleeping.