You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. – Khalil Gibran
Living Arrows – a portrait a week of my two children.
We visited Forty Hall Farm‘s Apple Day over the weekend. It was a glorious day of celebrating the harvest with apple bobbing, a flea circus, great street food, morris dancers and lots more. We arrived typically late, in my defence Arthur needed a nap and Betsy and I joined him in one cosy lazy Sunday cuddle. (Sian, has written about the day in much more depth here). But what we did do once we got to the farm was lovely and well worth the trip. We fed some sheep (always fun), drank freshly pressed apple juice that used the apples from the farm, had a go on the swing boats, drank good coffee, played with friends and Arthur managed to get a few kids wet by throwing an apple into the apple bobbing bin and I received lots of disapproving looks by their parents (probably because I laughed. But surely the kids were going to get wet anyway by bobbing?)
But mostly we just loved being out in the warm autumn sunshine. The type of day memories are made of.
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