Walk in the woods

Just back from a lovely evening wandering around in Kings Woods with the boys whilst G was at her new Drama club in Chilham. The timing is such that there would be little point in coming home as we would only have half an hour or so before heading back out again - whether I feel the same in the winter is another story. So in a most uncharacteristically organised way I put together a suitable pack of snacks and drinks, plus G's change of clothes, nappies for Stan and various parcels that needed to go to the Post Office and gathered up the dog. She was over the moon since she has been banned from walks since being spayed 10 days ago and her nervous energy was at boiling point - witness several large holes in my lawn!
Georgia was very excited to be starting the drama group and set off full of confidence, so it was easy to leave her and take the boys to the woods. We had a fantastic time, Raff in his old enthusiastic style pelted off into the woods- slightly alarmingly his coat makes excellent camouflage and he never answers when you call him, so after a heart stopping period when I really thought I had lost him I did have to read the riot act as Stan was going at his current walking speed namely stopping and I had to try and keep them both in sight. The promise of the bluebells to come was all around, lush green carpets in the coppiced woodland - Kings Wood is one of the prime places to see bluebells around here and if we do this walk every week, we will see them at their best. We finished up with a long trudge up the hill to the climbing 'frames' and picnic area - all of the structures are giant insects and birds carved from the local wood, we sat at a table in the form of a bird - well the boys mostly sat on the table, which became a space ship! A wonderful interlude.