So recently we went on a little day trip. Hubby had been going on and on about visiting this place with rocks and streams. Like on and on... I was like 'sure but you know there are rocks and streams all around where we live'. However after my head exploded from over exposure to nagging we went to check it out. It's this place called Carding Mill Valley in Shropshire. It has been called 'little Switzerland' which is probably what got hubby all naggy and excited.
Actually it was pretty awesome. I felt like we were up in the hills of Wales or Scotland yet we were only an hour away from where we lived. Plus if you bring wellies and a change of clothes for the kiddies they can splash and refuse to walk anywhere to their hearts content.
This time of year it was so pretty with more heather than a person could hope to find (if they have a thing for heather that is...)
The boys did a lot of climbing which made mummy nervous. Luckily Daddy was all over the situation...
Don't want to pass on my fear of heights now do I? Yikes though...
Oh and the paddling, there was a lot of paddling...
So. much. pretty.
You know what it's like? You never explore what's on your front door. This is a perfect example of me assuming somewhere close to where I live won't be as exciting to trips to far away lands. Don't tell hubby but I'm kind of glad hubby forced me kicking and screaming to this place. Okay there was no actual screaming...
