Saturday, 31 May 2014

Half Term

Its been a mixed bag this half term.

Dens were built. Campfire made and marshmallows toasted and eaten.


Medals were earned. Not won but given Pup 2 is having a crisis of confidence lately I don't really care. She wore it continually for the rest of of the week and that's fine by me ;)


The opportunity for the odd leisurely breakfast. Heaven.


Some spooky stone faces :)


A leisurely walk with Luna around Avebury and down ancient avenues :)


Picnics under cloudy skies. But such beautiful countryside to compensate.


Watching birds of prey hover overhead. Sadly I am not a twitcher by any stretch of the imagination so couldn't identify this one.

It's an week on and the pups are back of school and into the swing of the usual routine aka strops, bickering and me playing UN Peace Negotiator. The final stretch of school term lies ahead of us. I can't believe how quick this school year is going, I had better get my skates on and plan the six weeks summer holidays or it will arrive before I know it. There will be the usual walks and picnics (it's not summer without picnics and small children running around in terror as a fly buzzes too close to their lunch) but also fancy a trip to a dairy farm where they make their own brand of ice cream :)
Can't wait to see Wiltshire in full summer glory. 









Saturday, 3 May 2014

Fairies

The humble dandelion. The scourge of many a garden. But in the green spaces around where I live the grass is liberally sprinkled with daisies and dandelions. Their sunny yellow is gorgeous to see but for me that's not the best bit. I turn into a 5 year old when I see the spent heads in all their fluffyness. When I was little me and my best friend thought seeds like this were fairies and I remember catching on and keeping it in a polystyrene container and punching air holes in the lid.
So when I see them I want to relive those happy moments and be 5 again. Because we don't stop playing because we grow old.....we grow old because we stop playing. And I am not ready to get old.






I also discovered it's not as easy as you think to get a picture of the seeds blowing away when you have to be the one providing the breeze.....