Easter! Well, the start of it anyway. Dad's had a stressed out day in work so (gotta love this) he needs a looooong walk in the Forest to chill out. It's warm, dry (ish) and the bluebell foliage is coming on a treat. Mid May is the best time for bluebells there, so they're still just leaves at the moment. We like to do about 2 miles, but we also like to beat off the proper tracks and go through the trackless bits, always hoping we might come across some deer.
There are a few water-filled vehicle ruts and both Meg and the H love to wade - no problem when they're in the water itself but coming and going across the muddy margins, Dad despairs of the black tidelines and black majorette boots they develop. For some reason, although I am arguable the most un-ruly of the three, I trot nimbly around the puddles and come back immaculate, white, dry and fluffy-of-foot.
I have, though, a cunning plan. lately I am a terror for not going near dad as we get back to the carpark, the plan being to persuade him that sweeties would be a good thing to take on the walks as a bribe to get me to come to the car...... Might be working.
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