Yesterday we had strong winds, pouring rain and I spent the evening huddled in front of the fire.
Today we have lovely sunshine and can hang the laundry on the line.
I can’t keep up with this weather.
Summer seems to have arrived in Scotland and fingers crossed it is here to stay. With sunshine beating down from the sky and both girls occupied with school/playgroup I grabbed the opportunity to dodge the ironing… again… and take Willow for a walk. Armed with two bottles of water (one for me, one for the dog) two apples (mine) mp3 (again mine) sun hat, sunscreen and mobile phone (just in case I fell into a ravine and Willows Lassie impression was not up to scratch), we headed out.
The two of us set a reasonable pace and I had reached the river path before I knew it. Huh, it had only taken us twenty-five minutes. I have gotten so used to timing walks around the speed of a three-year old wearing Wellington boots continually filling with stones (some real, some imaginary) or a five-year old stopping to admire every flower, stone, bug, feather and leaf, I was amazed at how fast my four pawed companion and I were.
An hour and one very long hill later we were closing in on our starting point when I spotted a friend pottering in her garden and waved. I am guessing Willow and I looked pretty exhausted as she invited us in for a cup of tea and a bowl of water.
It seems strange typing this now considering the temperature has dropped by twenty degrees and snow is swirling outside, but last week we had sunshine, lots of lovely hot sunshine and the girls had a wonderful time let loose in the garden. They were running in the house with Wellington boots on, running in the garden bare foot. Trailing grass and dirt from the lounge to the kitchen. Digging craters in the newly turned flower borders, hiding Zhu Zhu Hamsters in the barbecue and they bounced. They bounced on the trampoline, on the furniture, on each other… oh the fun was endless. (Is my sarcasm too subtle do you think?)
I have mentioned before my husband it a plant mechanic. When he gets home from work he has to keep the kids at bay until he gets his overalls off otherwise they get covered in grease and oil, but last Wednesday the roles were reversed.
There is no other way to put it, my kids were minging!
Bart had a mixture of chocolate ice cream, mud and… well I don’t know what else all over her face. AJ didn’t look much better. But it’s worth repeating, they had FUN.
After bath time when clean pj’s were put on and tired faces relaxed in sleep, I headed back to the bathroom to do clean up duty. Ugh… there was a dirt ring around the bath I could write my name in. But if tide marks are an indication of a good time, my girls had the best!