A chilly trip to Calke Abbey and muddy brown paintings

Calke Abbey - stables
Cor blimey it was cold and damp as the fog didn’t lift until later on when we were at home. Stiff upper lip and all that, we persevered.  We met Sawley Grandad (my dad) and Wendy, the silver lining I guess to him being off work due to being poorly, but he’s on the fast road to recovery (yes dad you are going to be better very soon!!).  He’d mentioned going to see the lambs in the lambing tents.  I’ve not been to an event like this before and thought the boys would enjoy it. Sadly you can’t rush the birth of lambs and the tents weren’t yet open, but we did notice sheep rolling around and giving birth as we drove up to the car park.  We just bought entry to the park and stables, £2.50 per adult.
Calke Abbey - Bird hide
We started with a visit to the bird hide, then a run around the playground, great as there was only one other family there, but cold, did I mention the cold??? Brrr!
Calke Abbey - stables
Calke Abbey - stables
Calke Abbey - stables

Then off round the stables, the boys knew from previous visits there’s a very old fire engine wooden pump thing and ran around trying to find it, but unfortunately that bit was shut. Right no more messing, time for lunch, in the car.  Gobble, gobble, gobble (and equally noisy as turkeys).
Calke Abbey
We finished off and they were straight back out into the mud, trying to get Grandad and Wendy to join them, ha, ha, ha!
Calke Abbey
Calke Abbey
We had a a gentle stroll down to the lake and saw a few deer, they are beautiful and also a bit spooky when they appear out of the fog. We raced back up the hill to the car park, Wendy won, even though she says she struggles up hills, a winning ploy me thinks! A last trip to the bird hide, good job these birds are tame, I just gave the photographer in there a look that said ‘sorry, but they’re kids and they don’t do quiet’, shortly after he left, oh well.

Back home we warmed up by the fire with a cup of tea and a bit of beebies.  The glorious sunshine then appeared, typical.  The boys didn’t seem very motivated to get back out again and I could see why, we’d gotten quite cold and muddy. They requested painting and making dinosaur footprints.  Actually what The Fireman always wants to do is mix every colour of paint to make a mucky brown colour, I don’t understand but obliged nonetheless. It started with mixing…
Muddy brown painting
…then painting…
Muddy brown painting
…then painting toys…
Muddy brown painting
…then our hands…
Muddy brown painting
..then our toenails…
Muddy brown painting
..and eventually our feet.
Muddy brown painting
All in a days work, job well done! Same time next week Grandad?
Muddy brown painting

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