We had a quiet half term, preferring the comforts of home to wild adventuring. The week off gave the boys and I time to re-charge, rest a little and spend time together just ‘being’.
But we did venture out midweek, wrapped in down-filled coats and boots and armed with a flask of soup and ham & cheese wraps, to Batsford. We last visited in January and we trod some of the same paths and lingered a bit longer under favourite trees, enjoying the autumn sunshine.
Trees were scaled, caves were explored, chocolate was munched in secret spots, tomato soup was slurped and fresh air was aplenty.
On the way back, we all sang at the top of our voices over the noisy old campervan engine to our favourite tunes as the sun set behind us.
It was a good day.