It starts as a simple family stroll along a country lane...
Around the corner...
Entranced with the beautiful view of the Downs, the magic
begins...
Walking down a hill, thick hedges on either side, we start chattering
away with the birds, even though they stay well camouflaged amongst the
branches.
Greetings, little ponies, wearing your thick winter coats! They nod politely then go back to their nibbling...
We take the adventure off road, along a narrow dirt path. Mud!
Puddles! The joyous stuff of childhood!
How we stomp and squish and splash and giggle...
Good afternoon, ladies. Little Flower speaks fluent Sheep,
distinguishing the emotional meaning between “baaaaa” and “maa”.
And now into the woods...
Do we take the high road? Heavens no, we waltz straight into
the river, wading and make-believing, picnicking on the other side, spying
Peter Rabbit himself hopping up the hill.
A magic log, certainly the staging area for fairy celebrations.
Bunny pauses here for a long while, asking for a bit of time to notice her
surroundings. Quiet time communing with nature.
A mushrooms staircase for the fairies.
“Mrs Tittlemouse! Are you home?” calls Little Flower,
certain that this is her front porch:
Likewise, Mrs Tiggywinkle’s home is discovered sitting above
the stream, convenient for her laundry business. “Mrs Tiggywinkle! Mummy, can
you see her front door, under the root up there?”
Then we venture into territory so magical that I cannot capture it on camera (or perhaps I just tuck it away so we can all play more!).
Time to head home. Good day to you, gentlemen.
I hope many of you were able to get out and enjoy the
weekend, whether it was a short walk or a magical adventure!
Chrissie x
