We went for a lovely long walk yesterday around the outskirts of Box near Bath, in the late afternoon. Unfortunately we took so long waking up we didn’t leave until after 330, and it got dark rather too quickly. Especially as we were a long muddy, waterlogged, steep tramp from home as the sun came down.
This is how New Year’s Day started: Amelia & myself staring at CBeebies, after I packed her mother back off to bed at midday (isn’t that what godmothers are supposed to do?)
Although if I were being entirely honest, it started more like this:
Anyway, our walk was lovely.
But running down slopes with a 5yr old goddaughter strapped to my back, kicking me & shouting faster horsey, faster is a sure fast track to waking up the next semi-crippled.