We had truly beautiful March weather this weekend and got to spend loads of time out and about. First thing Saturday morning I set off for a run and decided on a route which would take me through the woods I played and explored in as a child.
I was enormously lucky to grow up about a mile outside the town that we now live in. We had a big garden where mum and dad grew nearly all of our fruit and veg (it was once the kitchen garden for the ‘big house’ next door), a few fields (we had sheep, sometimes cattle, usually hens, one duck ‘Jemima’ and, once, twelve turkeys who made their way into our freezer) and woods. A small area of woodland was ours and the rest we just roamed in freely.
I still feel as if I know almost every part of these woods. They bring back so many memories.
This was our most challenging climbing tree. You can see a long way from up there!
I planted this little grove when I was about 16 or 17. I suppose I wasn’t a typical teenager – I didn’t really discover nightlife until university but then I did take it up with enthusiasm!
Once back in town I cut down to the river and followed it back to the end of our street.
My run made me, once again, appreciate how much I gained from the freedom and outdoor life I had throughout my childhood. And made me worry that we’re not replicating that for our children. But I think, on balance, that its better that I’m at home with them and we are outside as much as possible, rather than me working and us having the money to live in something closer to our dream house. Of course we are very lucky that we can, more or less, manage without me working.
Probably with that at the back of my mind we set off to the beach this morning after dropping the boys at school. As with our last Monday morning jaunt we had so much fun. It really felt like skiving from real life to be paddling about on the beach with Islay.
The dogs had so much fun.
What a great way to start the week. I hope yours has started well too.