Bluebells in the rain
The weather's been so awful recently I was worried bluebell season would pass us by, so even though rain clouds were gathering, yesterday we wrapped up in wellies, waterproofs, hoods and hats and headed to Prior's Wood. Z had an absolute whale of time, sliding in mud, splashing in puddles, pretending to fall over and getting mucky. In total contrast, E declared she hated mud and burst into tears when a tiny splash landed on her finger. She insisted on holding J or my hand for the entire walk in case she fell over. V pottered around asking to be carried most of the way, as it was so slippery. We managed to stop off for a picnic lunch just before a total downpour and I had to improvise a story about a mud monster to keep spirits up.
We headed back to the car mud-splattered and sodden. Z was desperate to go back, E said she never wanted to go there again and V had fallen asleep in my arms but the time we left.
Maybe I should have held out for sunshine.