The forest of Endor

Or at least that's what the boys were pretending. The forecast was better for the afternoon but I needed to unbounce the boys (mother Flump was of being cultured). We'd missed a sleet shower but were treated to a snow shower instead. There was hardly any white on the hills when we parked. It's not often I'm glad to be in dense firs but we could hardly feel the strong wind. A fun time was had by all.