Walk

We dragged the boys out for a walk up a mountain.  They spent the first two hours complaining and walking at the pace of a snail. It was unbelievably painful. Luckily they had a change of heart and decided it wasn't so bad after all. We made it to the top then all the way home with some chatting, some singing and lots of dancing (them not me!). Francis thought it would be a good idea to take "the short cut"  home so we did, got lost (for about half an hour) and found this ruined house by the river.