It had rained for days, weeks, it seemed like endless months and then, one Sunday, it suddenly stopped. The ground would be water-logged and our boots would likely sink in to the mud to a depth of a foot – but it felt so good to finally get out and hike.
It was at this point, where the path started to incline towards Old John, that I started to fall a little behind my husband and the boys, as I was carrying our 15 month old daughter. It is not so much that she is heavy (although certainly a lot heavier than she was!) but that she likes to swing her arms around pointing out birds and trees, which makes it a bit tricky to walk in a straight line.
Winding our way back through the bracken, we get ready to jump after our son, who has a fascination with water, and grab his hand. However, he successfully resisted the stone steps leading down into a deep mossy pool.
Even the collapsed ferns look beautiful, creating stunning layers of autumn colour against a blue sky.
The temptation for water could not be resisted forever and our son walked straight through a babbling stream on the way back, luckily only minutes before our hike ended.
It took a full seven days for his walking shoes to dry out 🙂