Our mainland friends and their five children arrived; the farmhouse is filled with laughter and chatter as the young ones race around while the adults drink coffee, catch up and try to get organised for an outing.
Several hours later, piles of sandwiches made, we headed for the woods armed with empty punnets. The raspberries are ripening and you can’t beat home made raspberry jam to take you through the autumn months, here’s hoping it lasts that long! Of course that was wishful thinking, the punnets were empty to begin with and were empty at the end of the adventure too! The kids were far too busy skimming stones in the loch, scrambling through the trees and undergrowth, hauling huge logs around, playing tag, and eating the odd berry along the way, fancy thinking they would have five minutes to fill a few punnets with raspberries.
We strolled along in the sunshine, chatting, keeping an ever watchful eye over the youngest member of the party, who at two years old was having an absolute field day with all of those stones and the rippling waters of the nearby loch.
We returned home, raspberry less, to a BBQ and beds of various shapes and sizes set up all over the house. Our friends returned to their digs, pretty much childless, only one sleeping babe in arms, as the rest of the crew had set up camp, deciding a sleepover was the order of the day.
Until next time….
Several hours later, piles of sandwiches made, we headed for the woods armed with empty punnets. The raspberries are ripening and you can’t beat home made raspberry jam to take you through the autumn months, here’s hoping it lasts that long! Of course that was wishful thinking, the punnets were empty to begin with and were empty at the end of the adventure too! The kids were far too busy skimming stones in the loch, scrambling through the trees and undergrowth, hauling huge logs around, playing tag, and eating the odd berry along the way, fancy thinking they would have five minutes to fill a few punnets with raspberries.
We strolled along in the sunshine, chatting, keeping an ever watchful eye over the youngest member of the party, who at two years old was having an absolute field day with all of those stones and the rippling waters of the nearby loch.
We returned home, raspberry less, to a BBQ and beds of various shapes and sizes set up all over the house. Our friends returned to their digs, pretty much childless, only one sleeping babe in arms, as the rest of the crew had set up camp, deciding a sleepover was the order of the day.
Until next time….
9 comments:
Hello to you, Posie.
What a beautiful day you have described! The prior blog about the girls was also wonderful to read.
You really do have a way of letting us feel as if we, too, had taken the ferry.
xo
So beautifully written. Almost like a scene from an Enid Blyton book with your vivid imagery and colourful descriptions of childish laughter & innocence. I felt like I was in the woods with you all!! If only ...
lovely description...have just done very same thing...raspberries, raspberries and even more raspberries ..we even managed to get them home!
Ah! Lovely! You always sound very contented.
Restful yet full of life. A delightful day.
Crystal xx
Berlimey - PR - Your weather sounds a lot better than ours . . .still you had a lovely day am envious of that too - had to stay in and do office work . . . and stuff .
Your life sounds so like mine - except my children are bigger now. have blogged on a similar theme today!
What a fabulous day. I do love raspberries. And friends visiting, and walks in the wood, and camps for the children ...
lovely.
our raspberries are very small and scant this year, i think because we've had almost no rain.
but my tomatoes are going gangbusters. i live in the city but i too mark the seasons by the garden.
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