Collecting treasure

Windy, wild and grey day here.

A few days ago the boys ran nymph like into the sea here naked, while today we needed wool hats to keep the chill from our ears.

Treasure collecting, a daily occurence:



We walked far, with the wind behind us, pushing us on. But the walk back was powerful and we had to sing marching songs to keep us going such as The Grand Old Duke of York. Isaac and I dithered collecting driftwood, our arms stacked and when we reached the car it was so warm and comfortable, in the best way - the way cars can be after a cold long walk.



This morning we picked a huge basket load of nettles and made nettle soup - just like this. Thanks for the inspiring recipe! Our garden is so chock full of nettles that we could feed an army with nettle soup, but fortunatly for our fingers soup enough for four was all that was needed.

The lambs in the field behind us have grown and still scarper when we try to coo and get close.



Fabulous for me to walk the lane and see the hedgerows blooming. I walked slower than the boys today, my eyes greedy for green life - or maybe I was just collecting treasure!





And just because I am on a roll here this week posting garden photos, Felix wanted his hair tied up and specifically asks me to take photos of him on his swing, here you go Fe - see yourself now?



Grandma this one is for you - Isaac LOVES his new jumper - you are a super knitter :)