Sometimes it’s the simplest things.
A lawn surrounded by hills perfect for roly-poly, a three lane race track marked out with string; a wicker hamper on a lawn invitingly full of garden toys; and in among the short tennis raquests, plastic cricket bats and soft foam balls of all shapes and sizes, a skipping rope.
Claimed instantly by a little girl with only a rudimentary grasp of skipping.
It’s been more than a few years since I tried any sort of skipping and whilst the fundamentals remain the same, my shorts are far less resilient to that kind of bobbing about and the demonstration was rather abruptly curtailed as even the very best athlete cannot simultaneously skip and prevent the action of gravity on slightly loose denim.
But it didn’t really matter. What Kitty wanted to do was to stretch the rope between us and then ripple it up and down, while her father, with a dozing Elma strapped to his chest, produced some impressively gazelle like leaps over it as the wiggles got nearer and nearer to waist height.
And when she tired of that game she had a valiant attempt at solo skipping, twitching the rope out behind her as she hopped across the field like a small blue bunny and then jumping up and down on the spot to get it back to where she wanted it, giggling and chattering all the time.
It was the highlight of her weekend, well up until the point half an hour later when we bought her an ice-cream.
For a SatCap picture this week I could happily have chosen any one of these in isolation, but when it came to it, there was just something about this one that makes me smile:
What do you think?
I’m only on my second week of playing #SatCap with Mammasaurus but it was a real giggle last week, so do click the button so see more captions, or to play along.