Living Arrows 40/52 (2016)

We are sometimes a bit rubbish about getting out and actually doing things at the weekend – there are always jobs to be done, I worry about disrupting Gabe’s nap routine, and sometimes we are just a bit rubbish and it’s the middle of the afternoon before we know it and we haven’t done anything.

Yesterday though, the sun was shining so we made an effort to get out. We went to Beacon Fell, which is a smallish hill about half an hour from where we live. You can park quite near the top so it’s not too much of a walk for little three year old legs.

Barry took loads of photos so I might do a full post about it another time but for now I just want to share these two for this week’s Living Arrows post.


It was a lovely sunny day but not that warm in the shade and I knew from experience it could be windy on the top. I’m glad Toby’s rainbow snuggle fleece still fits him though – it looks like it might see us through another winter!

For the second week in a row I am also in Gabe’s picture. I’ve only carried him on my back a few times in our Lillebaby but he seemed very happy yesterday. It’s really comfortable to carry him this way too. We did need a bit of a rest when we got to the top though…


Living Arrows

My Wild Ones // Climbing rocks and a whooshing stick

I’ve got a bit of a backlog of photographs and things to write about at the moment so please forgive my posting about something that we did two months ago.

When we were waiting to get the keys to our new house we went to meet Barry’s parents in Arnside, a village on the estuary of the river Kent, at the north east of Morcambe Bay. The estuary has a tidal bore which we were lucky enough to see just after we arrived.


After a lovely lunch in the Old Bakehouse cafe we had a little stroll along the water.


Gabe was quite happy in the buggy as we walked along.


Looking out across the water you can see Grange over Sands where Barry’s parents live.


As we walked along of course Toby found himself a stick. Apparently it was his ‘whooshing stick’.


He had lots of fun climbing up the rocks with his Grandad.


He’s quite the adventurer…


At one point the water was coming right up over the path, I’m glad the tide didn’t get any higher or we would have been stuck!


Apparently the whooshing stick was good for drawing in the sand too.


Gabe enjoyed the view too.


And then as we were heading back to the car, the inevitable happened…


We had a lovely day out though. It’s a beautiful part of the world and I’m sure we’ll go back again sometime.