Today we drove bush. Up the side of the mountain, into the trees and dappled light. There was a picnic in the sun. And then The Monster got the speed wobbles running down a hill and toddler palm met gravel. There were tears but nothing an ice-cream, band-aid and a cuddle from dad couldn’t fix. And once the tears had dried we walked the tree tops, up high, in the clean cool air.
Another perfect little Sunday.
What did you get up to this weekend?