We’re just back today after spending almost a week on a mini break. Big B took us down to Pemberton to stay at a farm chalet and we had a terrific time.
Of course holidays are so exhausting, I feel I need a holiday to recover.
As I can’t put into words the wonderful time that was had, I’ll let my pictures do the talking.
Life just isn’t complete until you’ve spun around in a yellow egg thing and almost thrown up.
On the farm every morning we were able to feed the animals. Little C now knows eggs don’t grow in the supermarket (I feel my work as a parent is done).
The little animals were hugely popular with a lot of “I wanna hold one” whining. But I swear I only did it once.
At Pemberton you can climb these enormous trees, up to 70 metres tall. If you look closely at the picture you can see little dots moving up diagonally on the tree. These, are metal poles stuck into the tree that you are then given the opportunity to climb. There’s nothing to stop you slipping and therefore plummeting to earth and so only the very brave attempt a climb…
…or the exceptionally stupid, or foolhardy. Little J felt her fear but climbed about 40 metres up this particular tree. There she is at the halfway point on a small rest platform. Look carefully, she’s there, at the end of my arrow.
She went even higher than that but I was having heart palpitations by then and couldn’t take a picture.
The scenery really is breathtaking.
One of the small towns along the way were littered with these cuties. The annual Medieval Fair is on next week.
