Clearly when planning for #30DaysWild instead of heading to my local library, bookshop and hitting Google for ideas what I should have been doing was popping along to my nearest outdoor apparel store and making sure we were all decked out head to toe in waterproofs.
Fortunately the children are quite well catered for, unfortunately – as Tuesday’s puddle that was higher than my shoe testifies to – I am not. This probably won’t be rectified this month though so we’ll just have to keep trying to duck in between the raindrops on our way.
And an early evening trip to the park post downpour allowed for cooped up little legs to be stretched and footprints to be made in the mud and we went to sleep with Usborne’s Peep Inside The Garden as one of our bedtime reads.
Thunder and lightning proved very unfrightening on Wednesday according to Luke’s nursery leaders who told my husband he’d been clapping and laughing excitedly at each large crash and flash. Willow was unfazed too as she was sat in her trike at the time which appears to be one of her absolute favourite things at the moment. Mummy’s legs, however, gained a bit more momentum as the ensuing rain threatened to drench us once again.
Thursday was thankfully drier and I even had the chance for some fairly peaceful repose in the grounds of Lincoln Cathedral – until a tour guide group turned up!
I’ve often seen this statue of Lincolnshire’s poet laureate Alfred Lord Tennyson but I’m not sure I’d ever read the poem below it before – being in the middle of #30DaysWild certainly made it more thought provoking anyway.
“Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.”
Is that what we’re all searching for in our wild adventures?
Whatever Luke might have thought had he been there, he was just as happy saying hello to the fish at the pet store later in the day.