Despite the amazingly warm weather this week and the glorious sunshine (that dried two loads of washing this afternoon) I think we have to now admit that the autumn is well and truly in full swing.
A sure sign is that my car is filled with beautiful conkers and fallen leaves that are collected by small hands and deposited with me on the boys’ busy journeys through each day. I’m not sure what they want to do with them, apart from amass a large collection and I don’t seem to have had the time or the inclination to think of anything creative or fun or educational with them. Maybe I could create a little nature table straight from my rose tinted childhood memories. Maybe they’ll just stay in the car.
Anyway, as the seasons sweep forward I thought I would post a simple photographic record of the summer when our boys were lovely, difficult, poorly, happy, wild, funny, rude, but, most of the time, breath-takingly beautiful.
A wet day exploring Castle Drogo on Dartmoor
The biggest waves they’d ever seen
Marshmallows toasting on an open fire…
Digging up potatoes with Grandad
Rohan turns 4
Let’s go fly a kite
Bunting for our leeks – why not?!
Forest school – making a bug hotel
Making Mini Bug Houses
Oh how we love the Angel of the North