Kitty's planned school trip to a local beach was cancelled on Thursday due to heavy rain that morning. As she said goodbye to me in the classroom she looked up with sad eyes to tell me the news of the cancelled trip. So I went home, set to baking jam tarts, a family fave. When I picked the children up from school that afternoon I whisked her along to the beach, with some of the extra scrummy jam tarts as a surprise treat which went down really well with them both. I love the innocence and endless excitement of these two, how a simple thing like a jam tart out of the blue can bring such joy. We collected shells to take home and play with. Simple, free, happiness.
Day 9's walk was another family walk after school. In the past we have found that it's really easy to get stuck in the rut of heading home from school to veg out in front of the tv until dinner is served so it's nice to pick them up some days and just drive off to walk somewhere. 'But mummy this isn't the way home' gets me every time and it feels fab to rattle a packet of sweets and say 'that's because we are off to eat sweets and squelch in mud'.
Kitty has taken to running off ahead. She loves to sing but hates anyone to hear her sing - including her family, so she runs ahead and I hear the soft sound of her voice drifting back to me. She always seems so tiny compared to the trees...
Kitty's enthusiasm for running and walking in the woods is endless.
Ozzy's not so much. Tiredness gets to him after school, as you can see, and on this occasion we cut short our walk on his request.
This reminded me of a post written by Penny where she's seeking advice on getting her kids walking, happily. Hop over if you have any pearls of wisdom and help her out!
A YEAR IN FOOTSTEPS
Every day in 2015 I will go for a walk. No two walks the same, every day somewhere new to discover.