We are lucky in that we live in a very beautiful part of Scotland. We’re close enough to cities like Glasgow and Stirling to enjoy all that they offer but far enough into the country that we’re surrounded by natural beauty and opportunities to get out and about.
So that’s just what me and the boys did recently, to kick off my maternity leave. Despite the rain, we headed to a local farm, who were having a fairy woodland weekend. There were games (racing rubber ducks using water pumps was a clear winner, and even the teenager joined in for that), crafts and a hunt through the woods to find fairy doors.
We also went on a tractor ride around the farm to meet the animals. I don’t think I need to say what a stupid idea it was for a heavily pregnant woman to ride through fields on a trailer…this would be obvious to anyone. Except me, it would appear. It was only as we set off and the first few jolts knocked me that I started to worry about my waters breaking. But we made it through intact and the four year old was made up to have gone on it, so at least I scored some mum points.
Living in the west of Scotland – possibly one of the wettest places on earth – we’ve come to embrace that saying about there being no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes. And actually, I’m usually glad when conditions are a little less than perfect on a day out because there are less crowds to bother with. Clouds over crowds…I should get a t-shirt made up with that on it.
The other great thing about a bit of rain is that I think there’s something beautiful about nature when it’s wet – the colours and smells just seem to be a bit more alive. Plus, there’s nothing quite like being slapped in the face by a wet branch as you race after an intrepid explorer on the hunt for fairies.
From my point of view it was quite an emotional day too. As we tucked into some lush home baking in the farm shop, I said to the boys do you know, this is the last time we’ll have a day out just the three of us. Struck by the fact that next time there’ll be another little person in our gang soon, that this was the end of an era for us, I thought that was kind of a big deal. The mum, please looks I got back from the teen and the four year old told me I was alone in the moment though, and they got stuck straight back into their obscenely large strawberry tarts. Maybe it was for the best, it would have been a bit cringe if I’d burst into hormonal tears and hugged them to me in the middle of the café.
We had a lovely day out, and I’m hoping that once the baby arrives and the school holidays start our summer will be full of more adventures to share on here.