It was one of those Sundays where we all felt rather lazy, but with reason. We had fireworks & friends at our house the night before until the early hours & some wine may have been consumed by the adults *ahem!* So after an early ‘Pie & Mash with Yorkshires’ lunch we felt like going for a walk to blow out the cobwebs.
We’re lucky to have Cuttlebrook Nature Reserve behind our house and this time of year it’s a beautiful, golden canvas. Despite it being 1 November the weather was really mild. Crisp & dry, and if you’re a child charging around it’s positively boiling!
Little Mister insisted on wearing his football kit, so I insisted on bringing his coat, hat & gloves for when it got cold. That never happened and I ended up carrying a bag of clothes. Hey ho!
The autumn colours were beautiful & seem to have kicked in late this year, as these photos show.
The leaf floor was a beautiful bed of oranges and reds which glowed in the weak autumn sunshine. The morning dew makes them a little but too wet to kick about but they are so beautiful.
Our walk took us along one of my favourite spots of this nature reserve, to these steps. No matter what time of year I think the steps have an endless quality to them. You’re not sure where they’re taking you.
We ventured on to our favourite spot – the Brook where the volunteers of the nature reserve have kindly attached a rope swing.
Little Mister was first up and couldn’t wait.
Dadtired had to almost catch him as he attempted to jump onto the rope swing from mid-bank. Thank goodness for an old tree root otherwise they’d both be in the muddy Brook and this would be a very different post!
I’ve spoken before about Mademoiselle being cautious and she showed it here. She’s so risk adverse she just wouldn’t attempt to get onto the rope swing. Despite reassurances of us holding her/the swing/not pushing hard, she just wouldn’t do it.
She calculates risk in her head – you can see her doing it – and always errs on the side of caution. Clearly this is her comfort zone, I just hope she’s not missing out…or maybe she’ll turn into a Speed Demon in her teens?!
I even got onto the rope swing to prove it was perfectly safe and fun, but even this didn’t persuade her. It was more difficult than it looks, to be honest, and maybe slipping backwards towards the Brook as I got off didn’t help my argument!
Still, what we did do after this was to just walk the rest of the reserve and enjoy the weather &our surroundings. Mademoiselle & Little Mister sung songs from their harvest festival, play-wrestled as siblings in the grass, and generally just had fun mucking around.
An hour later and we were home, the hot chocolate & marshmallows were out and we were settling down to Strictly Come Dancing on iPlayer, despite Dadtired’s protestations!
Parenthood is often measured in big milestones or major events, but sometimes it’s the ordinary moments which are most precious. This was one of those moments! It didn’t cost us anything, we didn’t have to travel & pack a picnic, there was no planning, and it was all about us spending time together in our adopted countryside found behind our back gate.
It’s times like this I know we made the right choice.
I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.