Sunday, 28 August 2016

Messing about by the river

A trip to the swimming pool is nice but nothing beats a bit of wild swimming.  Barcombe Mills is just down the road from us and has become a favourite spot of ours.  I remember wild (ish) swimming as a child and I was keen to be able to pass on this experience to my children.  

So picnic packed,and accidentally left behind, a quick stop at the local shop for bread and cheese, we drove in the blazing sun, tunes blaring, we parked up and found a delightful spot.  Frieda and her friend ran wild; trees were climbed, dens were made, the river was jumped into, rope swings were found and we could be forgiven for thinking we were living in an Enid Blyton book.

The water was warm and the banks were muddy and it was great fun.  It's these days I want to remember when i'm old and the children are no longer at home. 


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