We’re a family of day trippers. What could be better than enjoying the great outdoors only to return home in time for tea, bath and bed. Even before having Rose, Dan and I always loved the part of the holiday where you come home again. So the past week (an all too rare week of annual leave for Dan, for our belated honeymoon) has been filled with little trips and lots of scones, it’s been perfect. We took Rose swimming for the first time ever, and she took to it like, erm, a duck to water (sorry). We’ve enjoyed the forest five minutes walk from our house, and visited lovely Saltaire.
We also took a trip somewhere new, how exciting. We’re very proud of Yorkshire; I’ve married a Yorkshireman and produced a Wessie (sp?) – the local lingo for someone from West Yorkshire, and we rarely day trip beyond the borders. This week we decided to go to Kilnsey Park, at the promise of goats, red squirrels and bees. It was a lot smaller than we’d expected, but really fun and Rose loved it. There were loads of chickens, really friendly goats, pigs, rabbits, and wildflower butterfly gardens which would be stunning in summer. But it was mostly a fish farm, which as an attraction for a vegetarian is a bit weird! The most interesting bit was a shed with a cross section of a bee hive, which was amazing and I’ve never seen before. And as a huge fan of autumn colours it was great to see the gardens changing; I love that now we don’t live in the city I feel much more in tune with my surroundings. Plus we drove through some of my favourite places, Bolton Abbey and Burnsall, so even the car journey was a joy.
Here we are, having fun.
And a terrible family selfie: the best we can hope for:
Next week we’re going up to my neck of the woods, Keswick. I can’t wait.