Here's Dad, by 'The Money Log'. When we looked closer we noticed that, over the years, people have pushed coins into the bark of this fallen tree.
Of course, we couldn't leave it without adding to it. Here's our shiny five pence piece, which was donated by Yam and pushed in by the Boy.
You can't have a walk along the river without the obligatory stone-skimming fun. The boy learned a hard lesson today. He left his wellies outdoor over the winter and were too full of snails and other creepy crawlies to bring today. He was bitterly disappointed and we think he may bring his wellies indoors from now on.
A fundamental mathematical rule: Boy + River = Stick. Always.
Mum really liked the acidic green colour of the moss on the fallen trees. Beeeaaauuutiful!
After climbing the many steps up to the cliffs (and realising how unfit we had become over the winter) we took time to take in the gorgeous views of Moel Famau and other hills of the Clwydian Range. Mum set the camera to landscape mode and thinks maybe the green shown is a tad too green! It was lush, but not _that_ lush!
Space reserved for leaf video!
Mum, being on a planet of her own, is a bit of a weirdo. She tends to notice and appreciate things that other people don't. She loved the noise that these dried up leaves made and asked everyone to stop and listen to them.
A fancypants panoramic photograph from the top of the cliffs. Yam is there at the back somewhere as she doesn't like getting anywhere near the edge of high up places. We found a bench and unpacked the delicious cheese and ham wraps that Dad had made. Whilst watching a buzzard (who thought he was very high up but was actually excitingly close to us) the heaven's opened. The wraps were re-wrapped and we made a hasty retreat down the steps to the car.
A super day!
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