bluff

We walked right to the top of the Bluff. I love the Black Mountains. This is about 6 miles from our house. Blessed. Last time I seem to remember carrying Esmé up this particular spot in a back-carrier (jeesh, I must have been Super Woman). This time she charged ahead (wooden dagger in hand) and led the way. Felix brought up the rear (the cow's tail we say) and um, found lots to say, such as shall we turn back now? I realise at time like this that my kids are GOOD walkers (despite odd bits of moaning). They do it every day so they really have stamina. Dogs do that to you. I hope this gives them walking legs for a long time to come. The dog of course managed to run up and down this bluff several times to our one. There was a little stream bubbling out of the hill halfway up for her to drink from, and I just love it when after a massive walk dogs just flop.





We all had jelly-legs when reaching our tiny matchbox car again. Sometimes going down can be harder than up, weirdly. It's not tiring and your heart is not pumping like mad, but it's hard leg work. Yes, it really was practically vertical at some points. The kids and I have decided to try and walk this once a week until I get too massive (oh happy days to come) :) And also it will be a great place to roll our decorated eggs this Easter. We were so happy and triumphant when we reached the top - and why not? Such a rush to be so high up and full of energy. I am grateful that our bodies can do this, it's a gift I recognise. At the bottom we picnicked on market Camembert, buckwheat crackers and apples. I actually found it hard to drive, in our warm sunny car I felt like taking a nap (Esmé had other ideas and put Abba on very loudly). Early bed tonight I think.....