National walking month is over half way through now and whilst we have been out and about lots, we have only done a few walks as a family. So when Granny and Grandad arrived the boys decided that they wanted to take them hunting for treasure on one of their favourites up Fairy Hill.
Articles tagged with: Woodland
At this time of year, it’s so beautiful outdoors that it’s hard to decide what we like best. Bluebells, however, would definitely be on our shortlist. I can’t think of many sights as emblematic of the British countryside as a carpet of native bluebells nestling under a wood of oak or beech trees. Every year, we eagerly await the moment when the ground turns blue in our local woods at Badbury Clump.
A few of the places we really like to visit are open only during ‘Snowdrop Season’. One of these is Welford Park, near Newbury. News that the cold weather had produced perfect conditions for the snowdrops there was enough to make us hotfoot it over to see them.
Where do I start - well we have just returned from what I would describe as another world; Florida! Big, hot & busy!
One of the things we had to get used to on our recent Austria wanderings was that one does not simply stomp through Austria without a plan. Or directions. This is the country that has proper paths and signposts and they paint way marks on trees and generally it's very difficult to get lost (even for somebody like me who cannot follow any directions). Just as well I grew up in Austria! I only caught on to my 'getting lost easily' challenge when I was well grown up and started to live outside Austria!
We got a bike seat for Dora as soon as she was old enough. We took her out twice, had a lovely time, and then winter came. And it just seemed to stick around for ever! We’re generally all-weather kind of people, but it’s not fair to stick Dora on the back of a bike when she’s not moving, she’s not only exposed to the elements but moving through them at some speed (however slow!) and it’s wet and cold and windy.
We've been out looking for Spring today.Officially, Spring starts in about two weeks time, but we are impatient for sunnier, warmer days. Days where we don't need thermals and gloves and hats and woolly socks. Days where it takes us ten minutes to leave the house, not forty-five.....
The early spring half-term week off school can be a bit of an anticlimax - you start off full of good intentions to get out and about whether it’s foggy, rainy, icy or snowy, but it soon gets tricky to persuade the smalls to get out and about when it’s just the same old scenery you’ve visited lots of times before and at least one of them is just a little bit too poorly to go exploring much further afield.
Whenever we’re planning our weekend adventures, we tend to always forget all the fantastic things we have right on our doorstop. That’s not to say we don’t appreciate the lovely scenery in our village, we do, we really are spoilt for choice for our daily dog walks. But whilst we get out every day locally, a hurried walk before you dash off to work or to an after-school club isn’t quite the same as really taking the time to explore is it?
Another place we really like to visit during ‘Snowdrop Season’ is Colesbourne Park in the Gloucestershire Cotswolds. It opens for just ten days each year to allow people to admire the snowdrops. We didn’t manage to go last year, and so we were determined to make up for it this year.
Hurrah! Our Bog Boots arrived, and super smart they are too (or should I say were, for reasons which will become clear). The 7yo chose the black ones and was happy to have Darth Vader boots again (his previous wellies were black too).
In NE Scotland, schools still get 2 weeks off in October that in times past were to allow schoolchildren to help harvest potatoes from the fields, hence the name Tattie Holidays. They’re probably my favourite school holiday because Aberdeenshire bursts into colour at this time of year. So as usual we spent most of it exploring some of the woods around and about. As fellow Ambassador Jennie said in her latest post, often the best walks are the unplanned ones – most of those October days we just pulled on our wellies, grabbed a windproof raincoat, jumped in the car, and headed to one of our favourite spots.