Bathtime

Today has been an example of what weekends should be all about - a chilled start to the day, surrounded by the ones you love, followed by a good stomp in The Dales.

So, off we went - H, F and I - down into The Valley of Desolation (not a metaphor)...can't believe I have lived in this area for as long as I have and not visited it before! Absolutely stunning! A bit of Daddy's navigation and nose following led us to...a dead end. Oops! About-turn and back the way we came, but only after, of course, I had been thoroughly ridiculed...

There were lots of grumblings along the way, about how far it was, how legs hurt, why were there so many hills etc. I found myself wondering that if perhaps they were to chatter less, they might have more energy for the task in hand. That said, they didn't stop chattering to each other and laughing all the way round. It is the best sound in the world! :-)

So, two tired kiddles are now wrapped up snug in bed after a bubbly bath and C is on her way back from a trip north of the border. Time to squeeze a short, sharp turbo sesh in now before her return. Excellent!! :-)