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.
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As you will have gathered by now between March and early October most of our outdoor adventures have a fishing element. With the trout season limited to less than 7 months it would be a shame to waste any time (so say the anglers) but it could get quite monotonous after a while - especially with a non-fishing member of the party.
Our recent trip to the Isle of Mull meant we could finally go and get a glimpse of one of the animals we had always meant to see - puffins!
I don’t know about your Little Trekkers, but mine have all reached an age when they care deeply about the aesthetics of the clothes they wear rather than how they function. The right logo or fashionable shape of hood is suddenly more important than whether a jacket is waterproof (!) Naively I’d believed that, bar a couple of years when Mini refused to wear anything non-purple, that they’d be immune to the whims of fashion. Silly me!
A much overdue account of our much anticipated visit to the Jousting event in Linlithgow! Where has the time gone since June! Flown - no doubt about that.
Kerry’s brilliantly funny post about letting your little trekkers take over running the camp fires reminded me of some of our beach BBQs this summer. As always with us, it never quite goes to plan…
A few weeks ago we changed our North-West Highlands for the Isle of Mull - still west-coast but a fair distance from us so we decided it really needed a proper holiday there, rather than just a rushed long weekend.
We have always lived by the coast and have a healthy respect for the sea. However, on a recent visit to Pourere Beach, near the Te Angi Angi Marine Reserve, even we got caught out by the tides.
James has always been a good walker. Since he took his first steps at 10 and a half months, he’s not stopped and he’s been on the go ever since. Even when he was little he rarely asked for carries and would happily plod along on our daily dog walks. Ever since we moved to Scotland he’s been desperate to get out into the mountains, “proper ones, with their tops in the clouds”. So far, all our walks in the hill have failed to convince him and he was still left longing to head up a mountain. The boy was ready for his first Munro.
We don't have a bucket list for family adventures but I do admit that we have a sort of wish list. Or at least I do personally. Fingal's Cave on the Isle of Staffa was added quite a few years back after I had seen a picture somewhere.
Every child should get the chance to found a country! Definitely a rite of passage! Corwin's chance came a couple of weeks ago during a late Friday afternoon & evening fishing and BBQ picnic on Loch Assynt - let us present Corwindium!
Beware this blog post is NOT about ducks! No disrespect to ducks of course but this is about our adventure meeting some other amazing feathery creatures and the people looking after them and training them...