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!
Articles tagged with: family walks
Jon and I have been spending weekends outdoors with the minxes for 11 years now. You’d think that by now the girls would be quite accustomed to spending all day outside, going on long walks, exploring and having adventures. You would, wouldn’t you? Alas no. We generally spend our weekends trying hard to persuade 3 girls to set foot outside for ‘just a few minutes’ when they’d much rather loaf around reading. Then arguing with them. Then ordering them outdoors. I hang my head in shame, but I’m sure I’m not alone.
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.
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.
We’ve passed Edzell Castle many times en-route to Glenesk, scene of our (many) epic adventures and disasters. Despite the pull of Queen’s Well, Loch Lee, Rapunzel’s Castle (Invermark) and Mount Keen, Midi flat-out refuses now to go anywhere near Glenesk.
If you live in the North-West Highlands the flipside of looooooong spring & summer days is looooooong autumn & winter nights. And yes the weather. Of course we live by the saying 'There's no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing' but even the best of Spotty Otter gear does not always help with that often half-hearted sense of adventure ...
The start of a New Year always makes me want to get outside and blow away the cobwebs.
I realised after my last post that you might have been wondering why Maxi had taken a plastic washing up basin with her on our walk around the burn and the woods. Well, it’s because we discovered on a recent walk that a light-coloured basin was much better for observing water-creatures than a fishing net, both in terms of not disturbing the creatures, as well as speed, ease and visibility:
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.
After the success of our 18-mile walk in February, I began to think about other big adventures that James and I might have together during one week of the summer holidays.
The Ruahine Range called to us again...there's so much you haven't seen yet. So, of course, we returned for more exploration, more tramping and more muddy boots!