It was cold and bright Saturday in late November….. so we decided to walk up a hill…
Whilst we stopped and sat on to some rocks to refuel on bags of sweets a mountain rescue helicopter buzzed back and forth.
We scrambled up a rocky outcrop and rested amongst the gritstone to watch the sun dip down and felt the bite of a chilly wind as we ate. Ice had formed on the puddles and the boys knowlingly or unknowingly huddled together to find a little shelter. Big lad was wearing base layers and long johns and didn’t want to leave, the little one was layered up but feeling the chill a little more.
So I always feel that I should mention this little fella was only 2lb when he was first born and nearly didn’t make it, hard to believe when I see him clamber up and down hills without a care in the world.