Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy

Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy
Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy
Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy
Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy

After a 6am conversation something along the lines of,

'Who will look after us when you're dead? Because that could happen quite soon. Now that you're old,'

Paul and I looked at each other and in our cheeriest voices said (well, as cheery as you can be when you've been woken up to the news of your impending demise),

'Everyone up, let's head out for the day'.

And that's how we happened to be at Lake Vyrnwy on one of the sunniest days of the year, so far. 

Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy
Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy
Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy

Just on the edge of The Snowdonia National Park, Lake Vyrnwy is a place that I've always been aware of but have never actually visited. In fairness, being so close to Snowdonia, it has stiff competition when it comes to family days out. But its a little gem and if you haven't already been, then you most definitely should.

Of course, there's the lake itself (it's man-made and was formed to supply the residents of Liverpool with water) and the impressive dam, both of which you really must take some time to appreciate. But there's also a lovely park, child-friendly walks (and a few for longer, stronger legs to tackle, too) and cute cafes serving delicious cakes and ice creams.

It really is the perfect place to spend the day ... and try to forget that you're on the verge of death.

Here are a few more snaps ... and I make a rare appearance, too, would you believe.

Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy
This is a six year old's version of putting their hands over their eyes and thinking you can't see them. He's wearing camouflage so therefore invisible to the naked eye when curled up on the grass.

This is a six year old's version of putting their hands over their eyes and thinking you can't see them. He's wearing camouflage so therefore invisible to the naked eye when curled up on the grass.

Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy
Keep an eye on my littlest dude ...

Keep an eye on my littlest dude ...

Keep watching him ...

Keep watching him ...

There he comes!

There he comes!

My dream house *swoon*

My dream house *swoon*

Every year, I say that I'm going to sort out all of the files on my laptop and print more photos to put in a book. And I never do. I never really meant for this blog to become a family album/photo book but these simple days out are often the posts that I look back on the most and smile about. And on the odd occasion when I think that blogging is a bit rubbish and wonder why on earth I do it, I realise that a fair bit of it is for the memories ... to stop them fading, to stop them gathering dust in a online file, and to always remember that when you're six, a camouflage sweater renders you invisible. Fact!

Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy