The weather forecast for our last weekend adventure of January was not a good one so Lacock Abbey seemed like the perfect destination. A slower pace, an easier one, that day. No need for the adults to wear wellies although the waterproof trousers and wellies are still needed for our puddle loving daughters. We discover that one hat has mysteriously not made it into the car so Lyra wears mine for the day. A little girl in a too big hat, I couldn’t resist taking even more photos than usual. Both girls set off walking, exploring together, careful to stay on the paths as the snowdrops surround us. So much colour on a dull January day.
So many cameras between us ready to document the day. Each girl carries her own to seek out her own colour, her own beauty. Encouraged to seek out what speaks to them Lyra snaps away at every flower and tree she can see, carefully lining up shots as she has seen us do countless times before. She tries to capture a picture of her sister but is only able to take a blurry shot of the little whirlwind. I know that feeling! Athena takes her own pictures, mostly of her feet and the ground, but she is proud of them and excited to take more.
Exploring further we stumble upon a rope swing and a cat. Our eldest heads straight to the cat, desperate to make friends, whilst out youngest wants to climb and swing. This perfectly sums both girls up, their differences evident. And yet, they both find themselves trying to walk over some small logs, helping each other in their efforts. Suddenly it is their similarities, their bond, in the spotlight once more. Their Daddy cannot resist the rope swing either and the girls watch on as he lets his inner child out.
We head towards the Abbey itself to explore the cloisters. Both girls run off delighted by the echoes their shrieking causes. The contrast between light and dark, the shadows at the window result in more games. More photos. And then it’s time to make our way back to the car. The rain has started to fall and it seems to invigorate the small ones. Running in circles, lying on the grass giggling, they certainly draw some looks. And so we return to the car, soggy and with bellies sore from laughing. The last adventure of January, we’re already looking forward to February.