So, In the absence of that long-planned weekend trip to visit extended family elsewhere in the country, we planned an adventure. No car, no spending money, no meeting up with friends – we decided to see what we can see by foot. Our once a day, permitted exercise. You’d be surprised how much you can look forward to it.
Loaded up with water, snacks and a variety of toy binoculars and magnifying glasses, we set off to find our local river. We know it’s there, we see it when it floods, but it’s not a walk we often do, which seems all the more ridiculous now I come to think about it. With not a soul in sight, the closest we came to another human being was the farmer in his tractor on the far side of the valley.
There had been a slowly building sense of malaise in the house, with four of us all working from home and struggling to find the space and peace we all need to maintain harmony. There were grumbles and complaints, dawdling and meandering, bickering and huffing, but within 5 minutes of being outside it all started to melt away. The children almost immediately discovered new favourite sticks and feathers, there was a spell casting challenge and some impromptu fencing, we even worked out that in all these years of living here we’d assumed the river flowed the wrong way.