Last Wednesday J and I decided to go on an adventure to Furzey Gardens which had been recommended to me by a colleague. In the past I have been a little reluctant to take her to new “big” places on my own as she can be a bit of a tearaway at times and she loves running off. On top of that the hubster likes to explore new places with us too so we generally wait until he’s off though this time I decided I was going to be big and brave and have a day out with my girl and off we went to look for fairy doors
I was told that there are approximately 40+ fairy doors in the gardens and that although it wasn’t a huge place to visit it was quite mystical with all of the plants, fairy doors and structures throughout to keep everyone in the group entertained
We first entered into the gardens and J and I found a couple of doors, some pretty flowers and a scarecrow which she said to me was as high as the sky and as high as daddy (even though it was seated!) She even asked me to take a photo of it so we could show him when we got home
I live for the weekend, 2 whole days with my family and no work, and it’s even better when it’s sunny. Although we had a slight blip in the weather last week, I don’t actually remember a weekend over the last couple of months where it’s been a complete wash out (I may be tempting fate here…)
We had the offer of a teddy bears picnic today so took the opportunity to go along and have a play in the great outdoors doing something a little different as a household. J has never been to a teddy bears picnic and has so many teddies that I didn’t know who she’d choose, but then it became clear…she chose Michael (Mike from Monsters Inc. to you and me!)
I had my orders to take Sully and the hubster took along his favourite teddy, Cookie Monster, which is almost as big as J! We’ve had it since our honeymoon in Florida in 2011 and today it generated a bit of conversation, especially when the children noticed him wearing and eating various things from our kit
Most people who know me know that I suffer with ‘cabin fever’. Give me long periods of time spent indoors and it feels me with dread, so when sickness hit the house this week I knew it would be a long ride. Fast forward improved health and stomachs and I was climbing the walls by the time the latter part of the weekend arrived
Sunday hit and I had decided that no matter what the weather we WERE going out. Looking at my timehop photo I was reminded that this date last year I was at the New Forest in one of our favourite spots, Shatterford. That was it, I decided promptly at 615am that we were going there to stretch our legs and walk the dog
The hubster wasn’t particularly impressed with me when I told him our plan, but like always, he goes along with it as he knows sometimes I just have to get out. He was even more grumpy when I refused indoor soft play in place of the walk, especially when it started raining on our way there
I love this time of year, fruit and vegetables are growing and you get the opportunity to pick or experience freshly picked fruit and veg. Strawberry picking always reminds me of summer and being a little girl, going out with my family and coming back with a container of strawberries, most of which were not particularly ripe but thats half the fun when you’re a kid isn’t it
A short drive away takes us to a “pick your own” farm and as it’s June the strawberries are in season, yum! Rows and rows of delicious strawberries open for the taking. We decided to take J this weekend for the second year running to see how she would get on and after a slow start to the morning we arrived at 11am eager to fill our containers. Much to our surprise there were loads of families doing the same!
Initially J picked the fruit with me however when I came across one that was going to be thrown away as it was damaged I suggested she had it to save it being wasted. Her face was an absolute picture and that was the start of her strawberry fields adventure!
I really am one for getting out and about, if I stay at home all day I get a little stir crazy. It doesn’t have to be expensive or a mammoth trip, but it’s usually accompanied by a picnic and lots of laughs, or a story to remember!
I decided that I was fed up visiting the same old places and really wanted to get out with the dog, so after a quick google I suggested visiting St Catherine’s Hill in Winchester and taking the dSLR with us
We didn’t know what to expect, aside from the fact it was a large hill just off the M3 near to the River Itchen
When we arrived we took a left turning away from the water and were met with a very steep slope (the more unfriendly side of the hill it turns out). The hubster was not amused at all to begin with but soon warmed up like the weather after he got to the top
J and I held hands and helped each other up. It was hard work especially as I was trying to take photos!
As typical as always, J refused to be pushed or carried and only wanted my hand to support. She really is one fiercely stubborn child!
Lexi and the hubster were already at the top exploring when we made it. My calves were killing me by the time we joined them. Hills and I don’t mix at the best of times (and I want to do Snowdon!)
The top was flat and covered by trees and we had a bit of fun playing hide and seek and walking and balancing on the beams before moving back into the opening where we walked round the edge stopped for a picnic admiring the scenery and took some nice family shots (this has been long overdue)
Once the family shots had been completed the hubster and I were chatting when we realised J and Lexi were very still and very quiet. It turns out my darling daughter was feeding our labrador hula hoops, and Lexi was loving every minute of it
Shortly after lunch we decided to locate the steps for the route down. We happened to bump into one of my good work friends whilst on our travels but I had to dash off as J was tackling the steps on her own (sorry JS!)
There were some very scary moments with J on the steps, but she is fiercely determined and would not let me do anything to help!
I am a very proud mum as she made the whole route down on her own, without any handrails or assistance, only a few gasps of horror from me as I thought she was going to fall!
It takes everything in me to not try and mollycoddle her and ensure she does not inherit my fears or worries, I know kids have to learn but it’s that maternal instinct which never seems to go away does it? You just want to stop anything bad from happening, even a small scrape
We walked back by the river and my waterpup Lexi went in and got stuck coming out, the daft dog! As the hubster and I retrieved her she shook and blooming soaked us! J thought it was hilarious and giggled for ages
it turns out we walked just over 2 miles so a nice outing and J could have carried on!
Once we got home I decided to tackle our hideous front lawn and even mowed the neighbours (!) whilst the hubster and J baked a cake. We didn’t realise how early in the day it was and I didn’t want to waste the sunny day so I suggested a bike ride to the park
I’m not one for riding and am rather scared of riding on the road (I really should work on this) so we followed one of the cycle routes by ours to and from one of the parks. In total 3 miles cycled!
Chatting to our neighbours afterwards they said we were far too lively and it was all too energetic for a Sunday. We loved getting out and about and not watching TV and the weather is so nice you just can’t stay indoors can you?