New Years and new beginnings and yet we couldn’t help but end up at Dyrham Park on New Year’s Day. Heads full of wanting to start the year as we meant to go on and hearts longing for one of our favourite places, there was no other choice. Athena in the carrier as the mud was too difficult for her to navigate she enjoyed the trip, lording it over us mere commoners as we jumped the smaller puddles and splashed through the bigger ones.
Almost without concious thought our feet lead us to our special tree, to a bench we’ve sat on countless times before, first as a two, then a three, and now four. Our completed little gang of four. The obligatory photo and a moment to reflect on the years past and then onwards once more, with haste, to find shelter from the bitter wind. An idea to investigate the Lost Terraces but conservation thwarts that plan and we put it on the back burner with promises to visit another day.
Instead we head in the direction of the house. Slowing to an amble since we’re now out of the wind. Eating cookies and watching Lyra explore the trees as we go, we slide down the remaining hillside and find ourselves at the house. Time for a little more exploring before we turn our sights for home, shedding our mud encrusted outer layers before getting in the car. Children asleep before we’re even halfway back, the sign of a day well spent.