I am not an outdoor adventure, get covered in mud and enjoy it kind of girl. I didn’t own a pair of wellies until I went to Glastonbury in 2008 and they’ve been gathering cobwebs in the cupboard ever since. I’d much rather be in the warm, with a hot cuppa tea. The only problem with the latter is it doesn’t wear the rugrats out in the slightest. As Grayson appears to be morphing into a dog these days, we’ve spent a lot of September getting out to give him a good runaround at the weekend. Instead of hanging out at our fave National Trust properties as usual, I stumbled upon a tree festival, Into The Trees, via Instagram. Instagram is officially my go-to for everything including days out now.
The festival was super with loads of arts, crafts and activities. I let out a little squeal of delight when I saw the art trail sign. Neither kids were interested in doing any craft so I sat and made a willow dreamcatcher by myself with a load of other kids. That’s not weird in the slightest, right?!
All my kids were interested in was jumping in muddy puddles (there were loads of them!) and getting each other soaked. Oh yes, and then complaining about it.
That was until they saw the mud kitchen. Both of them are mud magnets. They seem to be attracted to it and the mud to them. So we stood and watched them basically have a mud bath as it was raining by this point.
Standard practice of a day out for us is an ice cream. It didn’t seem to matter that it was raining and freezing. Gray will always pick fanilllla.
Not the best bunch of photos and we had a few tantrums before we even got to the entrance but both kids slept well that night, so I’ll take that as a mum victory.
Tia and I put together a video over on our YouTube channel sharing our tips for woodland adventures with kids if you fancy a look!
~ Laura xx ~