We could have easily stayed inside on this particular Sunday afternoon - the older boys especially had no motivation to get outside....and I had the usual piles of laundry to sort.......But just as we were about to light the fire and turn on Netflix the clouds started to clear, and after 24 hours of heavy rain the mountain peaks were just becoming visible through the murk.
Articles tagged with: family walks
There is a spot near us on the North Wessex Downs where the wind whips across the top of the hills, sending trees swaying and children bent over as they battle against it to reach the top. It's also the site of Combe Gibbet, erected in 1676 to hang the murderous lovers George Broomham and Dorothy Newman. The one that stands today is a replica, but it's a grisly reminder of the past.
During the school Christmas holidays, the minxes set up their usual refrain: “Nooo! We don’t want to go for a long, boring walk! We want to stay in the warmth and watch TV and gorge ourselves on chocolate till we can’t move!” I may be paraphrasing just a tiny bit, but I’m sure you’ve all experienced the same attitude at times. As luck would have it (!) our heating broke down for a week, so it soon became warmer outside than in. Perfect for winkling my trio out for some fresh air and exercise!
Batsford Arboretum is a firm favourite with our Little Trekkers. More compact than Westonbirt and Stourhead, it has an intimate and welcoming atmosphere, and you really do feel at liberty to wander amongst the trees. Set on a hillside with superb views over the surrounding countryside, it’s a fantastic setting.
Even when visiting family or friends for the weekend, having a dog means we still need to get out for a walk! We were over in the Wirral, so on the Saturday Dora and I took Bali to the beach at West Kirby. It was cold, with an unwelcome biting wind, and everywhere was dull and grey. The tide was in and you could hardly see Hilbre Island.
When you look out of the window on a wet dreary day sometimes it is difficult to pull yourself out from under your Duvet; but if you manage to pull yourself outside you always feel better for it.
I love small hills. Before we had children, I could never have imagined writing anything like that and genuinely meaning it.
At the beginning of autumn we’d gone on a thoroughly enjoyable Ranger-led walk at dusk through some woodland. We’d spotted bats swooping and tracked them with some handheld detectors the Ranger had given us; we’d heard owls and (a little alarmingly when you can barely see) some bees somewhere nearby in a tree.
It's been a funny mix of weather recently, hard to predict what you're going to get! We headed to Longshaw Estate to get some fresh air and found ourselves driving into the car park with snow on the ground.
The winter this year up North has been grand with a dusting of snow showing up every week or so. Yorkshire which is always a beautiful place looks even more wonderful with a dusting of the white stuff. We love the snow and try not to let a lot little thing like the cold weather stop us or our little un’ Jasper from enjoying the outdoors.
The year we started our Little Trekker blogging adventure I wrote a long list of places in the North of Scotland we should cover - Black Rock Gorge was on it but it was only a few weeks ago that we finally made it there!
After our first one and a half lazy days of exploring Kotor it was time to shift a gear and aim for some real little trekking.