My blog is called “Bean Rambling” – a play on words with my maiden name and the fact that I have been known to go on a bit. No, no really I do.
Physical rambling doesn’t come up very much I must admit. Paul would set off now and walk the length of the country if he had the time and enough clean socks. I love, but don’t exactly share his enthusiasm. Fortunately this disparity hadn’t really mattered until recently because the girls couldn’t be relied upon to walk to the park without moaning and/or wanting to be carried.
Now, however, we have reached a bit of a turning point so it’s been time for me to embrace my inner rambler.
Our holiday this year saw the girls walking a fair bit (I had to come too) and we’ve done a bit more locally as well. Surprise View, Burbage and Longshaw Estate are quite popular as long as cake features heavily. I have even been known to take a flask, although I get Paul to carry it as it’s quite heavy and makes me feel old.
So walking can be part of our lives now. We went today. As a consequence I am flipping shattered. Come to think of it I have considerably longer legs than the children, who appear not to be tired in the slightest. I could fall asleep right now if I put my mind to it. Like yesterday when I fell asleep during Porridge. So why are they still awake? But I digress.
Anyway we decided to try a three mile National Trust walk at Mam Tor and it went pretty well. As usual when we decide to go somewhere I hadn’t got enough food in the house so I had to raid the fridge for provisions. Which consisted of some cheese and cucumber sandwiches, a few Cadburys mini rolls and half a bag of dried cranberries. Better mothers than I would have had organic flapjack wrapped in brown paper and a constant supply of unbruised bananas to hand for such a moment. Sometimes I feel like a failure.
On the upside for reference they sell ice cream at Blue John Cavern.
So as a bit of a review: it’s a nice walk involving some iron age pictures in the footpath, and (if you download it) an amusing if a little gruesome audio guide, a few bogs to jump across, an eerie broken road (the result of a landslip in the 1970s) and rather a lot of sheep poo. We walked for about two and half hours and Phoebe was only carried for a bit of it (not by me thankfully).
The extra bonus was that we are currently on a budget and this trip out only cost us £5.80 (£3 for the car park and £2.80 for ice cream). Unless you count the diesel. And the new walking boots. And restocking the mini rolls. But other than that it was a cheap lovely day out.
I rather like my family. And the Peak District. And September. Not a bad combination really. I need a nice sit down and some telly now though.