Storm Gertrude and My Captured Moment

This weekend was one of those perfect, chilled family weekends. You know the ones, where you get up when you feel like it, have a long leisurely breakfast, and several cups of coffee by a roaring fire. Storm Gertrude was doing her best outside, and from our little house on the top of a hill we were experience strong winds, hail, sleet and at times heavy snow.

But when you have nowhere to be it just doesn’t matter does it? It was also Chris’s birthday weekend. We had decided to have a chilled day on Saturday and had friends calling in, and on Sunday we planned to wrap up warm and walk 3 miles to a nearby village for a pub lunch.

As soon as Jack cottoned on that Chris’s parents were meeting us at the pub, his foot took a terrible turn for the worse and he hitched a lift with his grandparents. Chris, Joe and I however are made of stronger stuff and set of in the wind and rain into the eye of Gertrude for a country adventure.

The key with days like this is wrap up warm, and ensure you have a great waterproof jacket and footwear. The rain was lashing down by the time we arrived in the next village, but we were warm and dry, and had earned our honeycomb cheesecake and Bailey’s coffee deserts.

Joe and I amused ourselves along the way by trying to take photos in the rain, my homework for this week had been movement. So as long as Joe was willing to participate I had him jumping up and down to try out my fast shutter speed. After not very long he however got bored and chased of after Chris, who was on a mission to get to a warm dry country pub as quickly as possible, I fear he is losing patience with my keep stopping to take photos every where we go?

At one stage when we were passing a field of sheep they all took a real shine to me and followed me along the fence. Joe and I decided that my new white Trespass coat made me resemble one of them and they were welcoming me into the flock with open arms. We put it to the test with Joe and I taking different directions, Joe armed with grass as bait. They snubbed the bait and continued in their pursuit of myself and my lovely white ski jacket

It was around this point we were passed by Chris’s parents and Joe bailed and jumped in the car with them. Leaving Chris and I to continue our walk just the two of us, something that doesn’t often happen. We were left enjoying the last leg of our journey, peaceful, and thankfully due to a little planing warm and dry.

When we arrived at the pub we were welcomed with a glass of wine, and a roaring fire, great company and a hearty roast dinner.  I felt I had most definitely earned my dessert.  Weekends like this are just wonderful aren’t they? Chilled out, yes maybe cold and wet, but most definitely fun.