Today we walked up to the woods at Temple Newsam, the remains of Monday's snow crunching underfoot. In my best primary school teacher manner, I pointed out to Oliver, that the ground which had been so muddy on Sunday was now hard as iron and all the puddles were now frozen. This was a mistake as he then took it as his mission to stamp on every puddle to break the ice.
Some puddles were less frozen than others, some of the mud was still quite soft. The inevitable happened:
Oliver had become separated from his welly which was firmly stuck in the mud. Time for distractions:
So it wasn't exactly a picnic , just hot chocolate and home made flapjack and the hot chocolate had been made with water and was neither very hot nor to be honest very nice, but it was eaten outdoors which is the important thing, We walked back through the golf course. As Oliver was still destroying every puddle, slowly and thoroughly, and Jess was off investigating every bush and tree, I had plenty of time to appreciate the beauty of the day. For all the coldness and greyness , there was a peace and stillness to the world, the frost had coated every twig on every branch throwing them into sharp definition against the pallor of the sky.
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