Good Friday

It's tradition around these parts to trek to the top of Rivington Pike on Good Friday. It was grey and grim which was a big contrast to last year when the sun shone.

The boys were happy as they got to buy these huge footballs. I was shattered after a tough shift at work so it was nice to call at my Mum's house where we had hot drinks and plenty to eat. Lewis had stayed at Grandma's the whole time so he didn't even go up the Pike!

I can have a lie-in tomorrow....yeh!