In my heart of hearts I wish I could shunt Warwickshire just a smidgen nearer to the coast. The sea and the beach were such a constant feature of my own childhood it seems a little strange to me to be bringing up my children so far inland. But for all that we do live in a very lovely part of the country, it’s just that sometimes you have to go and search out the loveliness, it isn’t as blindingly obvious as when you open your bedroom curtains to see the bay stretch out before you, the lighthouse away on the point, and all the beaches in between.
We’re not a million miles from the top of the Cotswolds and I’m looking forward to exploring them a bit more when the children are a little older, there are a few more peaks and hills (District and Malverns respectively) a little further away for when we’re all a bit older, and for right now, we’ve got the park.
Kitty, Elma and I, on one of our buggy-free expeditions had pretended our way around the mini-golf, run around and around the big circular flower bed, stopping only for Kitty to fell Elma in the occasional affectionate rugby tackle, and for Elma to point out all of the flowers as “peeenk! lello!!” regardless of colour, and sat in the shade of the trees to watch the ducks and count the fluffy little baby ducklings.
This little stream runs all the way through the park and down to the river; we’ve seen it full to the brim in recent months, and in full flood through the winter, but right now after weeks of sunshine it’s nothing more than a trickle’ barely enough to float a pooh stick.
But that doesn’t mean that you don’t need to make sure that you’ve had a really really good look for fish, or sticks, or, knowing Kitty, they were checking for trolls, or monsters or just possibly Daddy!
Well at least until we notice Mummy
I love that despite wanting to wave, Kit still doesn’t want to let go of Elma, just in case that water becomes too enticing, even if it rather confuses Elma
But who wants to do waving when there’s a stream; they were so happy just hanging out here, watching the water trickle by, and I could quite happily watch them for as long as they want to play.