Forest school

On a whim I signed us up for a six week forest school on a Monday morning. After the glorious weather of last week today was a more normal autumn day. It properly rained. But instead of using beebies for parenting and catching up with mountains of washing we went to the woods and looked for spiders, read stories and sang songs. And added to the mountain of washing.

It was a good whim though. I'm a little sad I didn't whip my phone out quicker and capture this one walking away from me with his brother's basket in hand. T was so pleased -and attached to - his basket of pine cones we had to borrow the basket to bring them home.