At 7am my email pinged “The sun is shining, do you fancy going to Selcey Woods?” At the end of October, those words are rarely written – sun? October? “I’ll meet you at 11am” I wrote back.
I think everyone for miles around had thought the same. Damn, I forgot it was half term. Z had got up at normal time to go to work in the hot tub business, so had completely forgotten about half term! Not to worry, I managed to invent a parking space under a tree, pay the £3 charge and find our friends.
One thing we have learnt over the years about our growing little ones is they love a cafe. If these 3 year olds know there is a cafe on site, they are not happy until they’ve tasted the delights. Giving the amount of people still arriving at Selcey Woods, we decided to head straight for The Forest Cafe in the hope to beat the queues and the constant requests!
There is a large selection of food on the menu. To my surprise, Little J chose a jam sandwich which came promptly on a plate with a few pom bears, carrot sticks, cucumber sticks and apple slices. My soup was delicious with large door steps of chunky granary bread. Very nice food for the small amount of money handed over.
All filled up and ready to burn some energy, we decided to head towards the tree top trail. In all honesty, given the fact we never make it into the gardens when we visit Stowe, we didn’t have many hopes of reaching the trail.
The consistent supply of large muddy puddles and newly found sticks kept them moving along the pathway.
The trail up the the tree tops takes you on a gentle climb through the dense trees. The path is accessible for wheel chairs and pushchairs, with plenty of places to stop and enjoy the surroundings.
If you are feeling brave enough, you can climb the last two flights of stairs to experience being above the tree tops. The steps are steep and if you look down through the steps, you can see the forest floor.
But the view from the top is amazing
One of the most wonderful things about being a child is the love of mud. I thoroughly enjoyed watching the little ones playing games in the puddles.
They managed to get quite muddy!
And even managed to splatter five week old Baby D.
I adore days like this. Where children can be free to be children.
And learn from nature.
Back in September 2011, when Keith and I sat in a cramped room in Buckingham with five other expectant parents-to-be, I did not know how important these people would become in my life. All bar one of our original group meet up pretty much every Friday. Friday is a sacred day. Even more sacred now with less than a year until the little ones begin full time school.
It’s on days like this one, I feel so blessed with life’s timing!