Holiday Time – Up to Castle Hill
We have just arrived back from a brilliant five days of visiting some lovely friends. They live down in Mere, Wiltshire. Originally our intention was to pitch our tent in their backgarden, but it turns out our tent is much bigger than the grassy space and figured pitching onto the rose bed wouldn’t be acceptable, for anybody! So we turned into squatters and took over the house, us in the lounge and the boys in the conservatory. We’d planned to stay out in the tent until a socially acceptable morning time so we wouldn’t disturb our friends, especially as Robin is 3 weeks away from having twins! So exciting! So instead we tried to keep the boys quiet as much as we could, The Farmer is not a very quiet little boy at all and quite openly and honestly told us that ‘No, I can’t be quiet’. Anyway we tried our best to keep the boys calm, they went a bit wild up until about day 4, the day before we left.
We started our holiday with a bit of exploring in the village. Off to the local playground and then up to Castle Hill. The Farmer practically ran to the top of the hill, even though most of the time he’s the one that doesn’t want to walk, strange.
It was quite blustery walk to the top, but me being me, I got slightly distracted by the beautiful wildflowers, especially the sight of this lovely common spotted orchid. Back down the hill and home for tea, a good start to the holiday. There’ll be more stories of our holiday over the next week, including our trip to Longleat where we try to persuade The Farmer the monkeys that are sat destroying our car really are fun, fun, fun!