We live at the foot of a beautiful ridge of hills; hills that we so often take for granted as just 'being there'. But after a busy weekend in London, being in such a different environment meant that when I got home I had a new-found appreciation of the quiet, green beauty of where we live.
Spurred on by this, and coupled with my desire to cherish these last, precious, few pre-school weeks with little Roh, we took a walk on the hills.
It was a beautiful day, blue skies punctuated by high wispy clouds, and a lovely fresh breeze - the type you only find on higher ground.
It was a lovely morning.
And it is simple time spent like this, together, that my children seem to appreciate so much.
Ever since that morning Roh has drawn pictures of hills, and told anyone she has met about our secret KitKat on the bench!
Here is her poem and picture of her walk:
(You can find my poem here.)