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Okay, I have to be honest. I am sick to death of the snow. Sunday into Monday saw yet another snow storm, bringing another foot of the stuff. By Tuesday (snow day number six…) we were all climbing the walls.
Grumpy doesn’t even come close.
We had to get out of the house!
So, bundled up in our snow gear, off we set. There is a café a few minutes walk from our house, on a normal day anyway; this expedition was going to take a little longer…
After sliding down the drive, the 5yo strode off along the first, reasonably clear, section of pavement.
The wee girl wasn’t far behind.
I wish I could show you some of the rather more, let’s just say interesting, sections of pavement; but it’s not possible to carry a toddler up and over a snow bank and take photos! Thankfully, her big brother was on hand to catch her on the other side, and he stuck close to her for the whole walk.
At last, we reached our destination, and enjoyed a fabulous breakfast of scrambled eggs, huge buttermilk pancakes, muffins and orange juice. And, a large cup of tea for mummy.
I have to say at this point that I don’t take all three of them out to restaurants on my own. Individually, yes. All three, no… But, they were fantastic. They behaved so well, we all had a wonderful breakfast and it was a joy to share this treat with them.
Suitably fortified and all feeling much less grumpy, it was time to navigate the journey home!
It had been a tough walk. Though not very far, the snow made it hard work and we were all flagging by the time we neared home. The wee girl stopped for several rests…
And made many a snow owl (yup, owl… I did try to tell her they were generally known as angels, but she was quite sure they were owls).
I often say in my Country Kids posts that getting outside, even just for half an hour, makes all the difference to our days. It could not be more true on this occasion. Cabin fever had set in, hugely, and we were all snappy and irritable. This walk (trek!) was great fun, not a cross word was spoken. There were lots of laughs. When we got home the 8yo told me how pleased he was to have got outside for a bit, and how much happier he felt.
And, even better, the mood stayed with us for the rest of the day. We did crafts, we made snow ice-cream, we watched movies. That hour of fresh air restored us.
I’m linking up with the wonderful Country Kids at Coombe Mill, as always. Click on the badge to see what everyone else has been up to and be inspired to get outside!