Half term has been and gone in a flash. Last weekend was David’s turn to have the children, although I had them on Friday night and Saturday night, which meant that I had time for a run on Askham Fell with Penny on Sunday. Both of us had work to do so after a late lunch at the cafe at Askham Hall, it was time to head home. I drove back over the hills rather than up the motorway, and came to the conclusion that one day I shall live in Penrith or Kirkoswald, high up a hill and with a view.
On Monday Edward and Bella were keen to go to Energi, the new(ish) trampolining place in Carlisle. I jumped too… I’m not very good as whilst I don’t mind jumping high, I’m not very brave at jumping over on to the next trampoline – though I did manage it a few times. I also landed on the hard bit in between a couple of times, which is rather jarring on the ankles. I wonder if I was the oldest jumper in the place? I’m now thinking it would be good to go to one of the ‘Energi Fit’ classes.
Tuesday I had a conference and choir, so the children were with David Monday night and Tuesday night and back to me on Wednesday morning. We had various dentists and opticians appointments all week, Edward had a swimming lesson every afternoon, and Bella was booked on to a Robotics course on Wednesday. She found it boring as all they did was make robots out of cardboard, but at least she didn’t learn how to hack the school computer and write rude things on it, which was what happened after the Coding course… we also did some cooking that afternoon – she made a flourless chocolate cake and I made banana cake. As nobody wanted to eat the banana cake (none of us is a fan of bananas, it seems) we gave it away, and I understand it was enjoyed by the recipients.
On Thursday the ‘treat’ was the Lego Batman movie, along with popcorn and hotdogs. It hasn’t been a particularly healthy week food-wise, the more so as the kids seem to be rebelling against my tendency to want to eat fish as my main protein rather than red meat. So this week we have had spaghetti bolognese, chicken curry, and chilli with tacos – I’ve also made lamb tagine which I’m going to add butternut squash to before serving it with couscous, but I’m not sure what the trio’s reaction will be to that.
I had arranged to meet a friend at Whinlatter on Friday and as we drove down there the weather was colourful. The sky was bright azure blue, the main central lakeland fells were covered in snow, and the plantlife was a mix of golden russet brown and vibrant-about-to-be-spring green. The kids had a good time running around in the playground, although Alex tried to be too old and too cool for it. Judging by my garden, spring is definitely on its way, and despite Storm Doris (a bit of a non-event up here in Cumbria), the weather hasn’t even been particularly cold.
Not until today, that is – and even then it was only cold on Talkin Fell. Alex had a friend, Luke, to stay for the weekend. We had a militaristic day yesterday with a visit to Carlisle Castle and the Regimental Museum followed by the Roman Gallery at Tullie House and then today decided we’d walk up Talkin Fell.
It all started well enough but became windier, wetter and wilder the higher we got. Bella then fell over in some mud (as happened last time we went up there as well – spot the brown-ness of her black jeans), and the happy mood of the day changed to grumpiness. As by then we were all getting colder and wetter we decided perhaps we wouldn’t go all the way to the top and eat our picnic up by the cairns: and the two older boys suggested sensibly that we should walk back to the car and eat the picnic in the car.
Edward has got happily filthy every day this holiday week; they have all eaten a lot of rubbish food (as well as plenty of good food as well) – and despite the inevitable arguments, anger and tellings off – it’s been a fab. week.
I have just spent a lovely few minutes looking up all the places you mention in this post. Norwegian Airlines has just announced a flight from our local airport to Edinburgh, so I may at least get back to Scotland, if not Cumbria. We hate to have to go to New York City to fly, so a direct flight from here sounds good. I enjoy all the normal things about hanging out with kids. My grandkids are 7 and 9, so I can connect with much of what you write. They live next door, so I see them all the time. Keep posting.