So...one of our little outdoorsy activities was to visit a lovely National Trust property near my mum's that we often go to when we are visiting her. The boys love it because the woods there are perfect for playing Robin Hood, having battles, building dens and having all manner of boy-related fun.
I love it because it's beautiful:
(I've no idea who the woman in the hat is - I hope she doesn't mind being on my blog!)
What picnic is complete without jam sandwiches?
What is it about boys that makes them need to have rough and tumble (does everyone call it that, or is it just us??) at absolutely any time and in any situation? Will they every grow out of it? Will I be sad when they do?
I say we weren't very well prepared, but of course I did have my crochet with me - like I've said before, I have got my priorities! x