It was one of those ‘what shall we do today’ days. Nothing planned but the sun was just poking through the clouds & it wasn’t raining, so we thought we’d make the most of the weather.
Waddesdon Manor near Aylesbury was our chosen destination. It’s a grand, absolutely gorgeous Downton-Abbey style manor house, owned by The National Trust, and the perfect place to experience your first hill roll.
Rolling down a hill is one of those things we just hadn’t done with the children before. Don’t know why; maybe we hadn’t found the right hill (?! *raise eyebrows*). This one is at the back of the Manor House giving it a majestic back-drop. It starts off with a gradual gradient allowing you to get your bearings (or not, in the case of Little Mister), then if you get that far it goes into a bigger dip allowing you to get up some speed before flattening out.
Mademoiselle soon got to grips with the concept that you must try and keep your body straight and your hands by your side to help you gain momentum and then you just let yourself go!
However, sometimes her direction was a wee bit off!
Little Mister had passion and enthusiasm in bucket-loads, but no technique or sense of direction! He employed more of a ‘roll-stop-roll-stop’ method of getting down this hill, but he was determined and loved every minute.
Rolling down a hill doesn’t sound very exciting. Hey, it doesn’t even sound very appealing if you really think about it. But it’s so simple how could it not make you smile? After a roll you get that dizzy-giddy feeling inside and when you look around and realise you actually haven’t rolled in the direction you were hoping you can only laugh more!
I never thought rolling down a hill, albeit a very grand hill, would give us so much pleasure or be so addictive! At one point we were all rolling, and it became a little bit competitive between me & DadTired if I’m honest! Thing 1 & Thing 2 loved it and so did the grown-ups. It was great to just roll, release our inhibitions, get grass in our hair, act like a big kids and laugh.
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.