This was an adventure for the sake of adventuring. When we decided to climb Broadway Tower in place of Snowda-on-Cotswold I hadn’t set out to take our Me and Mine photo (and if we’re being totally accurate I didn’t actually take them) but my Living Arrows photos seem to come as second nature; they’re exactly my style of photos; a record of my girls though this and every other year.
As it turns out, once you’ve been to the top of Broadway Tower, it doesn’t feel quite so insanely windy and cold when you get back down to the bottom again – although Elma, tucked up in the sling on my back, didn’t seem phased by anything, even her hat trying yet again to keep her cheeks warm!
And with Kitty restored to her usual smiley self, we went for a walk along the top of the ridge to say high to the sheep, and to enjoy being out in such a beautiful corner of the world. We found plenty of sheep hiding down in a little valley, and very sensible they were too; suddenly once you were out of the wind the sunshine was pure bliss, and Kitty found her stride, heading up to the top of the hill to see “a million miles away”, chattering away all the time.
But after a while even our intrepid explorer had had enough that she felt a little lunch might be in order and so we turned to head back, encouraged by the sight of a big black cloud whooshing in from Cleeve Hill and scattering what looked horribly like hail stones across the valley floor.
And there waiting for us on the other side of the tower was an extra special treat.
A herd of deer, coaxed out of whatever cosy spot they’d found to weather the afternoon by their lunchtime feeding.
They were just beautiful, and despite that rapidly approaching rain you can see in the background we still lingered to watch them until a dog in the field below sent them scurrying for cover.
I think that sometimes because we don’t have coastline or big mountains on our doorstep we forget the beauty in what is there; and I think we’ve all got plans to go back on a slightly warmer more picnic friendly day. But for all that, I don’t think we’ll forget the day we climbed Snowda-on-Cotswold!