Blowing away the cobwebs

The Ordinary Lovely: Blowing away the cobwebs

The morning after the night before.

Ten years ago, I'd be referring to the sore head and lethargy that follow a rather raucous night out. At the age of thirty-eight and with a four and a one year old, I'm talking about the post-midnight/pre-5am cries for mama that leave you feeling drained of life and wondering if you'll ever experience eight full hours of sleep ever again (to be honest, I'd settle for a mere six ... I don't ask for much).

You've probably realised by now that my answer to everything is to grab hats, scarves and coats and head on out to explore the countryside. It's the perfect tonic. For anything and everything. Particularly when the air is cold and the sky is beautiful. There are no cobwebs that a morning like this can't blow away. And luckily, the boys agree. Although Paul was slightly hungover after a night out with his friends so would probably have opted out had he wed a less bossy wife.

This is a walk we taken often. It's close to home but with enough to see to keep my eldest dude interested (it's popular with local dog owners and he LOVES dogs) and a small enough circuit for the littlest to manage without too many requests for a pick up (pick ups are fine, pushchairs are for losers - the prerogative of an almost two year old, hey?).

With a sprinkling of frost on the ground and the sun high in the sky, it couldn't have been a lovelier morning.

The Ordinary Lovely: Blowing away the cobwebs
The Ordinary Lovely: Blowing away the cobwebs
The Ordinary Lovely: Blowing away the cobwebs
The Ordinary Lovely: Blowing away the cobwebs
The Ordinary Lovely: Blowing away the cobwebs