In the deep dark woods…
Dear Mummy it’s funny how some places just get better and better with age.
The Vyne in Basingstoke is one of them. It’s a large National Trust estate. We’ve been many times before and each time we visit a new memory is made.
We’ve been in every season, Autumn is our favourite time to visit…but it’s nearly winter now and all the golden and red leaves lay on the ground exposing bare branches and creepy looking trees.
It was a really mild day, but very dark and glooming. The place was dead. Dead quiet. All we could hear was the wind rustling through the reeds by the river and the whistling past branches.
It was a great time to visit and it felt like we were walking around in the grounds of our own property *I wish*. We stuck to the paths until we reached the woods, then I decided to lead the way, crunching on leaves up the hillside deeper and deeper into the woods.
The rain was threatening and there was water in the air, we didn’t have waterproofs (very unlike my folks to forget) so we were praying the heavens didn’t open.
We found a secret den off the beaten track and I hid underneath the tree branches from the Gruffalo.
I inspected fungi we found amongst the leaves. The ground is damp and perfect for these mushrooms. We talked about the fairies that hide in the woods and lived by the toadstools and we looked for tracks and little iridescent wings.
It was a really great walk and blew away the cobwebs and my mummy’s hangover from Daddy’s 40th birthday the day before.
A walk in the woods was a massive contrast to being in Giraffe Restaurant surrounded by friends and family celebrating my Daddy’s birthday. Even though I had a great day hanging out in the restaurant, playing around amongst tables and chairs can get a bit boring. I had freedom to roam in the wide open space at The Vyne and it was bliss.
What did you get up to this weekend?
Love Bella x