Unfortunately, hubby can't relax. A day without leaving the house is a day wasted to him and by yesterday he was virtually stir crazy.
"Tomorrow we're going for a nice little walk", he announced.
Daughter looked horrified.
I explained that in a family you have to do things that different people want to do and tomorrow we would do what daddy wanted.
So this morning I packed a picnic and we set off.
Did he take us for a walk in a nice sheltered place like a wood or forest?
Of did he take us up along the edge of the Pennines where the biting wind could freeze our faces?
Yes, he took us for "nice little walk" in this:
These are not smiles, these are grimaces:
Luckily, daughter decided to put her brave, explorer face on:
and we set off into the arctic conditions.
(I may be exaggerating for effect)
We walked along part of the Gritstone Trail to the Bowstones:
Daughter wasn't impressed that these stones are about 1000 years old, she thought they hadn't worn well!
We huddled together and picniced in the shelter of a dry stone wall trying to avoid the bitter wind and then, after walking over the moors, hills and the snow drifts:
we eventually landed back at Lyme Park where a well deserved hot chocolate was had by all.
Six miles, frozen faces and ice cubes for toes.
A nice little walk indeed!