I always carry a group shelter if we are somewhere remote or exposed to the weather. In winter, this means I sometimes take a shelter on what might be considered benign adventures. Usually, the shelter isn’t needed and, although it doesn’t weigh much, a niggling feeling of carrying unnecessary kit begins to take hold. But every now and then, something happens that proves just how useful a group shelter can be…
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Sometimes, being a mother is like being a detective: you have to decipher lots of clues to work out what’s going on. So it was when Little Brother asked if we to go ‘to the place with the moat’. Given that we were actually in Cornwall at the time, once I’d put my ‘little grey cells’ to work and deduced that he meant ‘St Michaels’ Mount’, it was very easy to make a small boy very happy indeed.
No matter the weather, there are always plenty of jobs to do down at the beach. Streams need to be dammed or diverted; rocks relocated; and tonnes of sand moved gargantuan distances.
Today was The Big Day when we went to choose our chickens.
“Look at this picture, Mummy! I wish we could go there again. It was amazing!” James was showing me a photo of the famous maze at the National Trust’s Glendurgan Garden. Normally, when he says something like this, I have to smile sympathetically and explain that the place is just too far away to visit. But since we were actually in Cornwall, it was very easy to make a small boy very happy.