I’m back up, having already had the nightly nightmare which means i’ll be up until about 2.30am trying to shake it off. Sigh. Brain transplant anyone? Mine’s free to a good home, or even not that good a home actually, i think it would be better off in someone with slightly less tendency to think. 😕
So, i polished off Saturday, except to remind T-bird to leave her email address and put aside socks for Amelie, since yet again i managed to forget to get her anything in a group buying session 😳 Thought you gave me a funny look when you asked me if i had all the ones i wanted T-bird! Have half a ponder on the impact in the future on difference, gender and inequality on my girls given the life and upbringing they have, a thought/conversation i’m totally failing to adequately converse about with anyone because the whiff of a thought i have about it is getting lost in a whole different argument/conversation. Still, another day for that.
Sunday we went off to Belton House again as we were all feeling sad, overwrought and jaded and needed a day together to regroup.
In fact, we all felt pretty much exactly like this.
I remembered a camera this time, but spent a lot of time fiddling with settings while i tried to work out what things do, with the result that not all the family day out photos are quite as i might like, but i’m still gonig to blog them 🙂
Loved this one of the girl. And also this one of all of them.
Fran has a real thing for fuscias; she planted out two lovely pots with granny, that are now on our front step and she loves them, so i took this for her.
We spent a while in the posh greenhouse (arborium?) and the girls all talked to the volunteer about the Angel’s Trumpets – he liked them for listening 🙂
Fran posed with a fern.
Maddy just posed 🙄
Fran had a strop.
And we all oggled the growing pinecones a bit, deciding they looked totally wrong on all sorts of levels (wrong colour, on a tree, not pointing downwards etc etc)
Josie and i went off to look at flowers; she REALLY liked these red and very dark green ones. So did i actually, though i’m not sure they’d be so impressive if not in a huge lump together, but we might have to get some.
I had another attempt at remembering the story of Moondial…
… and Josie had her last ice-cream for a while 🙁
I really like going to Belton. It’s got a lovely feel, worth National Trust membership all on its own really and just the right distance that everyone gets 40 minutes snooze in the car first. Plus, quite rarely, it’s a haunt of mine from my childhood (school trips and the odd family trip i think). More of our favourite places are from Max’s childhood, given i grew up in central Nottingham while he spent his early years on Dartmoor, and i rather like having that piece of nostalgia to build on with my kids for a change.