We’ve been down south since Thursday, so we’ve been outdoors a lot. It’s been lovely. We’ve seen the sea, swans, New Forest ponies, a fibreglass hippo in a river, the Charlie and Lola exhibition at Mottisfont Abbey and Arthur has noticed puddles for the first time. Actually, he’s probably seen puddles before, but this was the weekend he finally got decked out in waterproofs and wellies and could explore all the muddy and wet things as much as he liked. Unsurprisingly for a fifteen month old child, there is nothing finer than walking through an ankle-deep puddle, splashing around. It’s wonderful how something so simple can spark so much joy, isn’t it?
Arthur doing his best Breaking Bad impression there. The only problem with Art’s wellies is that he can’t stand back up after falling over, I think the soles are just too firm for him to really move his feet around, but it doesn’t seem to bother him, he’d just happily sit in the water or ditch.
Oh Betsy, I’m sure she is happiest when she gets to run free. She has loved being down here and exploring, but she’s hated not having as much autonomy at times as she’d like. It’s like this full moon has made her even more wild and head strong. Tell me that’s not just me?