This is my friends youngest daughter.
Yes, she’s covered in mud. And this was after a quick wash off in the sea at Penarth.
Who would stop a child having a brilliant play experience, just because of some mud.
Her mum could see how much fun she was having, and knew that a good bath and the washing machine would be waiting at home….. (the t-shirt didn’t make it!).
The funniest part, however, was walking through the crowds of people on the way back to the car. It was amusing to watch the mixture of laughter, smiles and confusion on peoples faces. But, sadly, some people were disgusted at the sight of a very muddy child. I’m not exaggerating when I say that some of the faces were truly horrified, and even commented as much when we walked past.
Was it that wrong? Our children were outside and playing together, and all had fun. We could hear them laughing and, as a parent, it was a joy to watch such natural and extremely messy play.
Back at home, my daughter couldn’t understand how people could be so judgemental. We spoke about it, concluding that it was their problem and not ours. I asked her if she’d had fun and enjoyed herself. When she replied with a quick yes, I said that’s all that matters.
A muddy child isn’t something to be scorned.
Some adults go to very expensive health spas to be plastered in mud, in an attempt to make themselves feel good……
……our children had the treatment for free!
The sun is shining and the skies are blue!
A walk to Penarth Pier with an ice cream in one hand is what Sunday’s are made for.
Lets hope this beautiful weather is here to stay.
Happy Mothers Day to all!
I think I’m the lucky one as I get to share my adventures with my outdoor – loving beautiful daughter.
She makes every experience just that little bit more special.
My husband popped into the shops earlier this week, and I waited for him in the car.
Listening to the radio and gazing outside, I was so lucky to see this beautiful, fiery sunset.
Luckily, I had my camera with me, so I quickly darted outside and was so lucky to capture the amazing display of vibtant colours in front of me.
Nature has always been my favourite artist.
I love the early morning in work.
When you get there. before all the customers, it’s so quiet and peaceful.
It’s a great way to start the day,
just taking five minutes to enjoy the view first hazy views of the morning.
We had a rare sunny day recently, so we didn’t waste the opportunity of getting outside, and the children loved being able to take their coats off and play. With the sun on our faces we didn’t feel the slight cold in the air and enjoyed being outside without having to wear lots of layers of clothing.
It may not the best quality, or a posed shot but watching my daughter and her cousins use a fallen down tree across a stream a place to play, to push their boundaries and explore their risk was so special and I’m happy I was a part of it.
It didn’t cost any money or have an adult telling them what to do, it just took imagination, confidence and the element of fun!
The joy of being a child and the happiness of natural play.
This is my daughter, kayaking for the first time on fast moving water.
I was an absolute bag of nerves watching her but, at the same time, I felt so proud at seeing her paddling and not letting her fear get the better of her.
This picture makes her look so scared, but she still carried on paddling through, and went on for another hour!
For the first time EVER, our little family spent the Christmas & New Year period on holiday.
It was amazing for us all to be together, spending a full 10 days just relaxing and enjoying our surroundings. After a busy year, it was a much-needed and well-deserved break. Those regular visitors to my little blogette will know that we love to go to Coombe Mill, in Cornwall. The tranquillity and the closeness to the natural outdoors appeals to us, and it made a great setting for us to enjoy Christmas even more.
The most memorable experience, however, was the day of New Years Eve. We decided to spend the day surfing in the sea at beautiful Polzeath Beach. Bonkers, I hear you mutter, given the time of year but, with the proper kit, we hardly noticed the cold and lasted over an hour in the surf, jumping and riding the waves.
We went to a surf shop located right on the beach, where we were able to hire a board, wetsuits, boots, gloves and hats, all of which were much needed in the chilly swell. We used the “privacy” of our car to writhe and wriggle into our wetsuits, and then we were ready to face the waves.
The first few steps into the ocean we sort-of OK, and surprisly not as cold as we anticipated it to be. Having the correct kit is essential, and I was able to slowly lower myself deeper into the water without too much of a cold-shock to the system, acclimatising as I went tentatively ever farther out into the surf.
My daughter caught her first wave and soon stood up straight away, making it look very easy and completely putting her Mum to shame! I don’t mind admitting that I’m not the best surfer, and I can probably count on one hand the amount of times I’ve been able to successfully stand up on a moving board, but I still love the whole experience.
After almost an hour, the wind started to chill our heads, and cheeks began to glow a nice shade of rosy red. We were ready for warm clothes and, as we waddled quickly back to the car, we all agreed that we should visit the nearest tea-rooms, where we enjoyed a steaming pot of tea, and a huge warm scone with extra clotted cream and large spoon of jam!
The ability to enjoy such a wild, fun day with my family was such a brilliant way to end the year and mark the end of a wonderful holiday.
I can’t believe that it’s been almost a year since I’ve posted anything on my little blog.
Such a long time has passed!
There are a few reasons why, but mainly (and sadly) work got in the way. Long, busy days made me a very tired outdoor worker and, at the end of the day, I had no time or energy left to blog and post.
Also, I found it hard to find stimulation and maintain the excitement for blogging, compared to how I felt when I started. It became all too easy not to bother, or to feel (within myself) that what I was publishing had become a bit repetatively boring to others.
That didn’t help, when coupled with the lack of energy and drive, to post an interesting anecdote.
However, over the past few months, I’ve begun to feel bit of a void in my life, and have really missed blogging. I’ve realised that blogging gave me an extra push to get outside, and to take photographs of the beautiful areas I visit, both in work and with my family. I also missed the lovely way that a blog gave me a happiness to share my experiences with a much wider community, and formed a “sort-of” diary of the wonderful family memories we create on our adventures.
With encouragement from my husband, I decided to get back in front of the screen, and actually make the time for blogging again.
The wild card in the pack is that my daughter is older now, and so our adventures are getting a bit more daring and exciting!!
I’m so lucky that my daughter gets to come with me on my Forest Schools sessions.
It’s the perfect place for her to be.
Here she is enjoying a toasted marshmallow squashed between two chocolate biscuits.
What else would you do when you have a lovely open outdoor camp fire!
This is the newest addition to our family, and this tiny little ball of fur has turned our lives upside down.
He really is like having a baby all over again (in many ways), but the happiness he’s brought into our lives is totally worth it.
This photo was linked in with:
ParkDean Holidays have been running a lovely competition about the “Best Old Holiday Photo”.
This is aimed at encouraging people to share their childhood photographs of nostaligic holiday memories. The competition was created due to the number of people staying home and having holidays in Britain. It really got me thinking that, as a family, we’ve had the most wonderful holidays exploring different parts of Britain, and I think it’s fantastic that more people are choosing to stay home for their holidays.
More information, and also if you are keen to share your own family photographs, can be found at this link: http://www.parkdeanholidays.co.uk/take-me-back/
This post has given me lots of fun, thinking about past holidays which I had as a child. But, for me, the one that stands out the most was a family holiday to the Isle of White. It was a similar set-up to Butlins, where there were chalets and all of the entertainment was on site, which was great for a big family group.
When I say a family big holiday, this included mums, dads, cousins of all ages, aunties, uncles and, of course, the matriarcal Nan, and we all went together. I think that I was only about seven at the time and, looking back, it’s only certain pivotal events that I can vividly remember.
We travelled by train and all the children piled into one carriage. This left the adults to a small respite of momentary peace and quiet, free from all the excited, screaming children, (high on sweets and anticipation), all eager to get arrive at our destination.
My other fond memory is of having the biggest pool I’ve ever seen, with free access on the site. My Dad would take us down to the pool every day. He was a big kid, himself. He would throw all of us children across the pool, like skimming a stone, then have the whistle blown at him by the lifeguard telling him to behave.
However, it’s been really difficult to find any photographs from that holiday. Of course, we didn’t have digital cameras back then, with a back-up to our computer and everything saved quickly and with ease.
We definately didn’t have that ease back in the day. But one of my cousins did manage to dig out the most lovely picture of that holiday. Sadly, it’s not showing all of us who were on holiday together, but I can vividly remember the afternoon that we were all instructed to have family photographs taken.
We were all posed within a nearby field, and ordered to “move places”, “look at the camera” and “smile” by the professional photographer on site. The children were so bored, and it was a real mission for the parents to get us smiling and looking happy! It felt like we were all there for ages, but this particular photo is so lovely, and so and important.
Sadly, my Nan has now passed away and so, seeing her here with her grandchildren all smiling and laughing, is just a perfect memory of a great holiday. The whole thing reminded me of what a wonderful woman she was.
She curled my sisters’ and my hair with old rags, one evening. Then she said she was going to the shop for milk. When we started to get worried that she was gone for hours, we eventually tracked her down to the amusement arcade, pumping coins into the machines. Taking no nonsense from one of my cousins, she chased him back to his room, were he spent the rest of the night in shame!
I never thought I’d see my Nan run, ever!
I know that it’s not in focus, or as crisp as a current digital image, but it’s so touching how such lovely memories can come from just one photograph.
It’s been lovely composing this post and thinking back to our happy family holiday, compared to my own current familys’ holidays.
We, as a new family, have spent the most amazing times holidaying in this country by camping in some beautiful areas and discovering which holiday locations suit our own little family.
A quick confession is that our passports have recently expired. We’re in no rush to renew them, with so much of our own fantastic country to explore that we’ve never seen before.
I hope that this post inspires people to think about having a holiday in this country.
I know that you can all create those extra-special, “once-in-a-life-time” family memories that you’ll cherish forever.