Walking at my own pace

The Ordinary Lovely: North Wales in Autumn
The Ordinary Lovely: North Wales in Autumn
The Ordinary Lovely: North Wales in Autumn

I love going out for walks with my terrible two. Providing I bring an abundance of snacks and am prepared to to offer up the odd piggy back or seven when their little legs get tired, we can be out for hours. The forest floor seems to hold more treasures than the local toy shop for them (although, don't hold me to that when the Christmas adverts start appearing on the television). However, I must admit, after having the thousandth leaf thrust at me to inspect, and being forced to carry the millionth stick home, my enjoyment does start to wane ever so slightly (is a hip flask the answer?).

On Friday, I got to walk our usual route at my own pace, though. Or my mum's pace, as she came with me. It turns out, our lengthy four hour tour of the forest only takes an hour and a half when you take out all of the snack stops. And that includes time to amble and capture autumn rearing its beautiful head in the midst of the green, green vistas of North Wales. There's a reason why so many people are inclined to wax lyrical about this glorious season. Boots, scarves and beauty all around us. What's not to love?

The Ordinary Lovely: North Wales in Autumn
The Ordinary Lovely: North Wales in Autumn
The Ordinary Lovely: North Wales in Autumn
The Ordinary Lovely: North Wales in Autumn
The Ordinary Lovely: North Wales in Autumn
The Ordinary Lovely: North Wales in Autumn
The Ordinary Lovely: North Wales in Autumn
The Ordinary Lovely: North Wales in Autumn