One of the reasons I moved to Ramsbottom with my family was for the ability to get out in the hills and woods, spend an hour or two wandering around and then come home again without ever needing to set foot in a car.
On Sunday, as the rain had stopped I decided to take advantage and do just that. My son had just woken from his nap (lucky boy) and from somewhere in the depths of my mind I remembered how much I liked making kites as a child, so I asked him if he wanted to make one. He was very keen and couldn’t wait to use his scissors (the fact his are plastic and they wouldn’t cut string nor carrier bag didn’t seem to bother him too much as I distracted him with stickers).