I love small hills. Before we had children, I could never have imagined writing anything like that and genuinely meaning it.
Articles tagged with: Littlelife
Across the length and breadth of the UK, between October and March, you have the chance to see what is surely one of nature’s most magnificent sights: a ‘murmuration’ of starlings. Tens, or perhaps even hundreds of thousands of birds, all swooping and diving and looping across the dusk sky before settling down to roost for the night.
I have never seen this but recently on the way home from a holiday at the railway station we saw a man with a hawk on his arm. The next thing it flew off and sat above the departure board, then back to the man again swooping low over the people walking back and forth for their train.
In early March, we were really excited when we had the opportunity to spend a weekend in our old stomping ground of North Yorkshire. The big dilemma was to decide which of our many favourite haunts we would visit – there were so many great places that we knew it would be a hard choice.
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.
When, a few years ago, we discovered Brean Down, we noticed another ‘interesting-looking’ promontory called Sand Point. Brean lies to the south of Weston-Super-Mare, while Sand Point lies to the north of it, near Kewstoke. The forecast for the New Year’s Day Bank Holiday was good, and Sand Point had the attraction of being a slightly shorter drive than Brean Down, so it was the perfect moment for a visit.
Another place we like to go – especially in the autumn – is the National Trust estate at Stourhead, a magnificent landscaped water garden.
My idea of a good family bike trip is something like this...
The snowdrops are here! I love these plucky little flowers that defy the chilly weather. Every year, I delight in the magical moment when the snowdrops burst forth to brighten up the bare landscape. It’s a cheering sight that heralds the arrival of Spring.
During the October holidays we had a trip down south to catch up with family and friends. We have mastered the art of travelling light with as little luggage as we can get away with.
After our sleeper trip to London a few years ago we really weren’t intending to do it again so soon.
We like to get outdoors, no matter the weather. If it’s wet and windy, that just means wearing the right gear. After all, there’s mud to mess with, puddles to jump in, and those sticks aren’t going to play with themselves, you know!