SOMG across the UK except where we are. Just hard frost and, the day after I took this, a sprinkling of the white dust.
Martin recommended the Needles and an amazing recommendation it was too. Old battery, new battery and the rocket engine test site. With views of the ‘needles, cliffs, caves and everything’!
The boys were fantastic with the hike down to the headland in the freezing weather. Special mention to little-F who managed to dig deep despite being several shades under the weather.
Lovely spot for some piccy snapping…
…and waving across the Solent to Nana and Granddad
(who didn’t wave back despite us being clearly visible).
Old Battery was sign-posted as closed at the start of the walk down, but don’t be put off, there’s great views and the National Trust redeemed itself with an open tea room!
A lovely end to a FAB thanksgiving weekend. Big thanks to KMDFM.
A strange collection of characters made the trek up to the summit of Roundball Hill on Sunday afternoon…
Boj & Brov
H & A
Fay (photo by A)
Hide and seek was played enthusiastically on the way up,
and the view from the blustery top was pretty darn good.
Sunday roast was calling so we high-tailed it back down the lane.
The wigwam-styled climbing thing
Ariel stunts in the swinging circle of net.
The balancing beams.
Which the kids, including A, conquered easily (some running!) while some of us adults were, shall we say, a tad hesitent? Thanks H&F for the encouragement.
This is the hat.
And, this is the boat.
There were pebbles and a cliff too.
We counted the cliff, but not all the pebbles.
H & F using the pebble bank as a mini gladiators course. I’m not sure who won.
Armed only with a programmable internet-linked GPS receiver we set off across the wasteland in search of Thames Path – Benson Lock.
After a slight hiccup caused by a near miss with trench foot…
The cache was successfully discovered and the logbook duly signed.
H has been away with school all week, doing outdoorsy stuff in Wales. His kit bag was bigger than him!
The path along the side of the Copse burst into red and yellow flame and the leaves turned. Or at least that’s what the family tell me, looks a murky damp orange to me.
One of our local red-tailed kites soaring above the bottom meadow.
Can you find the face?
The copse from the river path with mid-Autumn coloured trees.
A F.A.B weekend with Megan & family.
Relaxing chaos ensued.
Our bat pumpkin had some friends to visit
and then Snape and Potter!
HBTY, HBTY, HBD Jessica, HBTY
Pumpkin picking and monster mash mazing at millets farm centre.