A beautiful day is upon us again. This morning I decided to leave the emails until later and took the offering of the glorious Devon sunshine as an invitation for a morning walk. Plus it would be a great way to tire my 2 youngest out so I could get some work done this afternoon.
Trying to explain to a 3 year old and 1 year old that mummy can only take one pram at a time was a bit of a challenge - when daddy is here they both want to walk but because mummy is on her own they both decided they wanted to go in the pram.
So after a few screams and tears later we agreed that we would take turns with sitting in the pram and one can sit in it while the other collects magic snail shells and wands (well wooden twigs actually, but we like to use our imagination).
Off we went out of the gate and left down the lane. It was beautiful, the view across the Devon hills could be seen for miles around and the sounds of the birds added a touch of music to the peaceful countryside.
Further down the lane we could hear the bleating of the spring lambs calling out for their mothers as we passed by. We walked down a steep hill shaded by the trees, the sunlight trying to peep through the gaps between the branches, creating a wonderful shimmer of sunspots on the ground. My three year old found herself a little snail shell which she said was magic so I told her to put it in her pocket to keep it safe. As we came to the bottom of the hill my 1 year old decided he was ready to get out of his pram and have a little walk. He is fascinated with the river at the bottom of the hill and is mesmorized by its ripples and bubbles at it flows and splashes along its meandering route.
Every now and then a car would pass by and we would politely stand to the side to let it pass by along the narrow lane - in return I received a polite nod with a smile and a hand wave (wonderful people are Devon folk, such good souls). The walk was slow and there was a lot of pram swapping as we made our merry way but thats all part of the fun I think when the children are out with you.
We did really well and walked quite some miles, passing by a few horses grazing on the sweet hay, I could smell the scent of it in the air as I passed by. We'd already done the down hill bit, now it was time to do the dreaded up hill - good for the leg muscles I suppose. I had one of my children sat in the pram on the way up the hill and the other holding my hand, she did extremely well as it was quite a steep and long hill. We had to stop for a breather at the top (well I did at least).
We passed the farm with the eggs for sale at the side of the road which meant we were almost back home... "just one more hill and we are home" I told my 3 year old and I reassured her that she had done extremely well to walk as far as she did - such a long way for little legs, especially when contending with big hills and passing cars to look out for.
So we arrived back home and I expected my children to be quite tired after a walk that took most of the morning, but no, they had just as much energy as when we started. I wish I had some of their energy.
A lovely walk nonetheless.
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