I have decided that I will try to do something meaningful with the boys every Friday afternoon, something a wee bit different to what we usually do, i.e. farm jobs.
This afternoon, we drove the 5 miles to Yetholm, and walked the Scottish section of the Pennine Way to the border. (I was trying to avoid other people as the boys were sick last night, although they were completely fine this morning). It is only about 2 miles, but rises from just under 400ft to 1100ft, and the path is pretty rough in places, so I was delighted that both of the boys managed the whole thing without any help - Angus isn't quite 2 and a half yet, and William will be 4 in a few weeks.
We had decided to stop at the Stob Stanes, just short of the border, for a drink and snack, and arrived there to find a party of about 10 people, all very smartly dressed indeed, (men in kilts, ladies in dresses, hats and high heels, with their walking boots neatly lined up at the side) which was quite bizarre. Two of them were getting married! I apologised for disturbing them, but they seemed to think it was all good fun, and now have the addition of two muddy and scruffy small boys in some of their wedding photos.
Was very pleased for them it was a nice day, it wouldn't have been much fun yesterday!