You can skip to the photos if you don’t wish to read my tales of accomplishments and delight of course…easy to find!
– Sara Rosso set the Weekly Photo Challenge this week and the criteria in her words are:
In a post created specifically for this challenge, share a photo that means On Top!
So today is Easter Sunday, I would like firstly to say Happy Easter to all of those who happen to stumble upon my blog or happen to read it regularly, I hope you are having a spiffing day and a beautiful weekend all in all!
Some of you might know that I have been away in North Devon for this last week, came home yesterday. It is somewhere I try to visit each year, same place, a small chalet stuck next to the sand dunes which are next to the beach, it is a no brainer for me, so beautiful and what I call my slice of English Barbados.
Some of you will also know that I have suffer from chronic pain. There are challenges I undertake, moreso on holiday, not sure whether it was the salty air or what, but it started off like this.
My son discovered a red plastic toboggan in the shed that belongs to the owners of the chalet.
“Oh lets take this out to the sand dunes” he said.
I promptly said “I really don’t think it will work well on the sand”.
Being a determined 8yr old he paid no heed to his mothers advice and took it anyway. Off we went.
I said to him “there are some rules if you use this, you go to the top of the dune and wait please, because I have my new camera and wish to take some photos of you coming down and there is no way I am climbing up there, understood?” He nodded, mumbled, “yes mummy” and off he went.
I really didn’t have any intention of climbing the sand dune, just expected to take some pics from the bottom. I watched him go up, and up, and up, I shouted “wait up there, stop please that’s the spot, get ready to attempt to come down”.
Did he listen?
Heck did he. He totally ignored me and went off.
Now the sand dunes is a vast space, my husband had disappeared by this stage down to the beach with the dogs, so it was me and my 11yr old together.
So up we went up this bloody sand dune and I say bloody because the air was far bluer than that having to go up it. The sand was loose and really really hard to climb, the incline being very steep. I was just slipping and slipping down all the time.
My 11yr old struggled yet manfully held out his hand to pull me up. I got to the top and though my muscles were having a good old shout I made it and felt fabulous for that accomplishment. My back held out…hooorah!
Next job was to find my youngest who was nowhere to be seen, the sandy dune area was vast.
I do odd things when annoyed or stress floats in to my veins, sometimes to disperse the sensation, I act the fool or do something stupid. Here is mummy pretending to be some kind of sand dune cat trying to find her youngest scoundrel of a child.
So off we set over the sand dunes to find errant child.
Finally he shows up, mummy was not in the best of moods, so we decided seeing as he had already had some fun, we should have some fun too.
You can probably see the incline of the dunes from the photo above.
Yes wicked mummy and older brother set youngest who I will say was full of keenness to attempt to go down the large incline….evidence below, suffice to say it wasn’t a particular success on the achievement front, however all of us including him, had a very good laugh!
So there we have a few random moment of delights and on top photos in keeping with the challenge set!
Happy Easter again and thank you for reading!
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