School’s out for
summer half term and we were off camping again.
Not wild this time.
Much more in my comfort zone.
My fancy floral number that took a whole lot of eye batting and pouting for Mr muddy to agree to.
Don’t you just love getting your own way?! 😉
With twinkly lights, my comfy chair, power (phew!) and even some seriously dodgy, intermittent wi-fi (I’ll take what I can get!).
It’s still however blooming cold.
With the tent up in record time, it’s a speedy little number to erect. (Oh-er!)
Sensible people might head to the nearest store to stock up on supplies…
…..So we head up the nearest hill to explore.
The campsite in the Peak District at the base of Kinder Scout (cool huh?), surrounded by trails and footpaths all just begging to be explored.
My map on my GPSr covered in thousands of lovely green boxes (Geocaches).
Not intending on going too far we set off on one of the closest paths and the nearest cache which could be grabbed enroute.
A cache hidden within a wall. (Draw your own conclusions I’m not out to annihilate caches, well only the crap ones 😉 )
Mr muddy positioned one side, aghast at the possible nooks and crannies to search.
The eldest muddling took the other side for an instant find and then proceeded to lecture him about the importance of looking for an out of place stone.
That’s my girl! 😉
Onwards and upwards.
Being East Anglian there was only one thing to do, there’s a hill – let’s climb it!
With stunning views that had us all oohing and ahhing and hills that had us puffing and panting.
Being a regular gym goer I thought I was
fit fairly fit.
Hill fit? Ha! Apparently not!
Luckily the GPSr was kind enough to show us convenient
geocaches rest stops along the way.
The children seeming not to struggle so much with the physical exertion.
Bounding ahead with endless enthusiasm , but being unused to such inclines having lost all ability to remain upright.
The hills were not so much alive with the sound of music, more with cries of ‘Just watch what you are doing with your feet!’
The usual team muddy, off piste exploring as we went. Or more accurately, falling over all over the place as they did so.
Fields of lambs to be cooed at and discoveries to be made.
The fascinating find of owl pellets.
‘What’s that Mum?’
‘Erm, Owl vomit’
‘Cool! (?) It looks like bones and stuff!’
‘Yep. That’s what it is.’
‘Awesome!’ – starts poking with stick.
The hill eventually scaled, long after we’d tired of caches for the day.
Climbing to the top for the very reason of it just being there. That’s the spirit guys!
The descent of course much easier, (physically that is – staying upright still an issue!) and as we approach the campsite hunger sets in, hmm maybe the supermarket would have been a good idea after all…