For me this photo typifies our move to the countryside from the eyes of my country kids.
It was taken so far away. Little Mister was played a tag game with his sister and had just been caught, hence the on-the-knees ‘oh no’ pose!
My boy is in his wellies despite it being warm & sunny. I know they’re country kids because a spare pair of wellies are always in the car. Because we can stumble upon soggy fields and muddy puddles any time, any where.
The space and freedom we have here in Oxfordshire still always amazes me. and the Little Shires embrace it. They run without worrying about anything other than a stinging nettle or sometimes dog poo (or in this instance, cow pats!).
There are no boundaries when you’re five and you’re sitting on the top of a hill. And I’m glad that’s the way it should be.
This photo was taken last weekend when we discovered a 17th century windmill within a few miles from where we live. The Windmill was stunning & I’ll review that next week. But we didn’t expect so much green space all around the windmill in the small village of Brill.
We walked with no particular place to go.
The children ran with no particular place to run to.
I look at photos like these and realise that I really do have two country kids!
I’m linking up with Fiona over at Coombemill.com and her #CountryKids linky. It’s a great place to discover ideas about what to do and where to go for kids who enjoy the outdoors!
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.