the British countryside

Chasing the sun

Chasing the sun

I've not thrown my coat and wellies on so fast in ages but, this morning, just as my littlest dude and I arrived back home from dropping my eldest off at school, the sun came out. 

Yes. 

The actual sun. 

The sun which we've not seen for several months. 

That sun. 

Blowing away the cobwebs

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).