After the joy of seeing Sutton Lane Meadows in the sunshine we couldn’t pass up a chance to see another wild flower meadow. This time it was the turn of Dyrham Park, a place we have been countless times before but usually we focus on the other side of the park. The heat and lingering illnesses mean both girls need a little more encouraging to explore than usual but Lyra is soon running off ahead to explore. Athena only wants to be in my arms so progress is slow as we bring up the rear. Lyra and her Daddy are…

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The beautiful weather and the time of year tempts us from the woods. We head to Sutton Lane Meadows, a collection of wildflower meadows owned by the National Trust that we haven’t visited since last summer. On our last visit Thee clung on to her big sister still wobbling in that adorable way toddlers do when they’ve just learnt to walk. This time that wobble has long since disappeared and both girls run ahead at full speed together pointing out butterflies and bees as they go. No room for sorrow at the baby days that are past us though as…

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Dearest Athena, Tomorrow you turn two. Two! I can’t quite believe this because I can’t quite believe that you’re not already two. You are such a big character, so outgoing and chatty, that your baby years seem so far behind you. In your birthday letter last year I wrote that you were ‘curious, single minded, exhausting, quick, clever, brave, and beautiful’ and honestly this still perfectly sums you up twelve months later except I would add two more words to that list. Fierce and fearless. Oh Thee you challenge me daily, you are constantly ‘on’ and don’t stop from the…

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Another weekend, another trip to Clanger Wood. Although we were last here just a few short weeks ago the recent sunshine and warmer temperatures has transformed it. No need for waterproofs or even wellies we follow a now familiar path to the far end of the woods. The spot that we stumbled across last time is the destination in my mind. The destination had held the promise of hundreds of bluebells and I was eager to see if it had delivered yet. The girls, in the special way that children do, force me to slow down. They want to stop…

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