The hills are alive....

This morning we all took a walk into the Forest of Death (as it is known to Ferguson, a dense collection of trees atop of the "sheep field" that can be seen from our kitchen window/front door.

The path lead us round to the Reservoir beyond our house & whilst the sailing boats were floating on the water like tiny little toys, little F (despite his initial reluctance) posed with Mummy for a photo.

There was muddy feet & a quartet of excited children. I feel very lucky to live where I do. I'm surrounded with such an abundance of beauty, right on my doorstep...