Into the woods

The woods in our neighbourhood has kept us sane in the last few months. We’ve lived near it for seven years, but it’s only in lockdown that we started going to the southern part of it, and it feels like being somewhere new. There’s a homemade swing that we visit, which is ridiculously high as you swing out, and you definitely have to take a leap (swing) of faith as you go on it. If this had been near where I grew up in the 80’s, me and my friends would have been going there on our own, but sadly that’s not how kids around here are experiencing childhood anymore - which is a great shame. Still, I think Oomoo and his pals will have very fond memories of this place when they’re adults, even if we parents were there, lurking in the background and keeping a watchful eye on them.

Golden

The light was so good on Monday evening; I was cooking dinner and noticed Buddy hovering by the sideboard, and luckily my camera was within reach. It feels like ages since the light has been good.

The less obvious

These are the sort of things I love spotting and taking pictures of, and it always seems easier to find when you’re in another city or country. I look forward to the day when we get the chance go somewhere not local again, and even though it doesn’t feel like it’ll happen anytime soon, it will.

Odds and sods

Little C trying to hide from Mr Famapa. Kinda worked?

Oomoo used to love the Mr Men books that these guys are from when he was younger. I loved reading them to him, always hearing Arthur Lowe’s voice in my head as I read.

Uhm…

The guys under a very handsome, but slightly squashed tree.

Walking tens of thousands of steps is really hard on your feet, and here the three of us are getting the circulation going, back in our hotel room. Oomoo has inherited the pincer-like feet that runs in my mum’s side of the family. Great for yoga, and picking things up off the floor.

“No pictures!”. Not my fault everything looked to photogenic at our hotel breakfast, son.

Matchy matchy. Definitely went for a Dutch theme, even in Paris. That mango sorbet was deliiiiiiiish.