We woke to a really gorgeous, cold, sunny Sunday morning here in North Yorkshire with frost on the ground and a most brilliant bright blue sky up above. We managed to be out the house before nine (all five of us, even The Teen! Hear me exclaim!!!) to enjoy and savour this gift of a day.
An easy circular walk at Bolton Abbey, riverside, woodland, ancient buildings, pebble beaches. Strolling, chatting (the Little People have launched a can-we-get-a-dog campaign, and their persuasive reasoning is ferocious), running, jumping, pebble skimming (The Teen has a gifted right arm), treasure hunting, paddling. Home made oat cookies, chocolate, bright sun, cold air, fresh, fresh cold air.
At the end a leisurely rest at the bustling pavilion café, sitting outside in the sunshine for the first time this year. Ice cream, cloudy lemonade, frothy chocolate dusted cappuccino. Then home via the scenic route, a windy little country road where lambs leap about in the sunshine. A stop at the farm shop to pick up a beef and ale pie for our dinner, then home just in time for lunch.
So easy. So good. Sunday morning, you were totally wonderful xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx