Hose Play

This month’s regular guest post from outdoors mummy blogger, Leila Balin, is all about fun with the garden hose……

Hose Play

Little Man, like most pre-schoolers, loves water play. It is one of his top garden activities, whether it be playing with his water table, helping Daddy wash the cars or a spot of puddle splashing. More recently he has discovered the hose and the fact that he can move water away from the tap with this long green snake has him completely enthralled.

His play started off mimicking his Daddy, pouring the hose over the cars, not so much cleaning as moving the dirt around the bodywork. Then he realised he could clean other things too. Thanks to Daddy, Little Man has a small collection of garden tractors, go karts and scooters, all in various states from brand new to barely worth saving but he adores each and every one of them. Once Little Man cottoned on that he could use the hose to clean these too there was no stopping him. He started off moving from vehicle to vehicle using the hose to clean each one. As he worked his way around them he discovered all sorts of ways he cold make the water flow around the vehicles. Poking the hose into the middle of the go kart wheels he looked like a mechanic changing tyres, fascinated by the change in sound as he moved the hose into and back out of the central holes. He found holes in the plastic tractor engines and watched as the water worked its way through the nooks and crannies of the plastic and out the other side. He then moved onto filling the digger buckets up to the brim and then letting the water crash to the floor as he tipped the tippers. All in all he was there for about 2 hours, completely absorbed and oblivious to anything else happening around him.

As he worked a patch of lower ground slowly filled up to form a lovely big muddy puddle around his feet and once the spell of the hose was broken there was lots of lovely muddy puddle splashing too. I have to admit I did feel a tad guilty about the amount of water little man used during his play but he was getting so much out of it I couldn’t stop him.

Taking the time to stop and watch him gave me a well needed rest but it also took me back to a year or so ago when I would stop and watch far more than I do now. It was glorious too see him so deep in play and watching his personality develop, some of his mannerisms are so like his Dads and his determination comes from me, all combining to mix into his own special little self. Watching him play is such a delight and something I need to take more time to do.

What was the last activity your little one got lost in? Did you stop to watch or did you use the time to get busy? If you got busy I would thoroughly recommend allowing yourself some time just to sit and observe, it really is time well spent.

Leila writes a personal, nature inspired blog at Mud Marvellous Mud. She is passionate about connecting children to nature and writes about her son’s experiences as they explore together. She is trained to Forest Schools and Beach Schools level 3 and is currently studying for an Open University Open Degree.

 

Finally a Snow Day!

This month’s regular guest post from outdoors mummy blogger, Leila Balin, is all about playing in the snow……

Snow Day

Last year I was incredibly disappointed at the lack of snow. Little Man had been born during a very snowy February and I was desperate for him to really experience playing in it. This year, when the snow finally came I was silly excited! I just knew Little Man would love and would be desperate to play in it.

Sure enough, when he woke him, he seemed very excited about how white everything was. I told him we would eat our breakfast, get wrapped up warm and go play. It was still early but as we were eating and getting ready I could already see it starting to melt. We had to get out quick before it completely turned to slush!

Little Man was good and keen to get outdoors so getting ready wasn’t a problem (as it sometimes can be with a strong willed 3 year old!). We were outside in no time and Little Man immediately asked for his bike. I tried to convince him bike riding wasn’t a sensible idea in snow but he knew best. I reluctantly handed him the bike and watched as he attempted to ride it round the garden. At first he didn’t do a bad job, the snow was wet enough for the wheels to cut through with ease, however, it wasn’t long before there was a fall and then the tears came. It wasn’t a serious fall, just a little slip but Little Man was not impressed and the whole world knew about it!

I slowly convinced him that it might be best to leave his bike in the shed and to spend some time playing with the snow but the cold stuff on his hands was too much to take. I wrongly assumed he would like playing with it, he loves to play with ice so naturally I thought snow would be his bag too. He begrudgingly followed me around the garden watching as I made a snow angle, threw snowballs and even made a very silly looking miniature snowman (no pictures I’m afraid!) but to no avail. The white stuff looked pretty but it wasn’t exciting his senses.

Maybe it was the fall off the bike, maybe he was slightly overwhelmed, or maybe he was just having one of those days but our one and only snow day failed to impress my grumpy little boy. He was much happier once we were inside and he could drive his cars and tractors around the carpet. What happened to my outdoorsy little man? For the remainder of the day he watched the snow melt from the window and occasionally attempted a snow angel on the carpet but that was as much as his interest would allow. Maybe next year he will be more into snow play, let’s hope we have more than one days worth to experiment with.

Did your kiddos enjoy the snow this year?

Leila writes a personal, nature inspired blog at Mud Marvellous Mud. She is passionate about connecting children to nature and writes about her son’s experiences as they explore together. She is trained to Forest Schools and Beach Schools level 3 and is currently studying for an Open University Open Degree.

A Mouse in the House

This month’s regular guest post from outdoors mummy blogger, Leila Balin is all about finding a mouse in the house….

A Mouse in the House!

On Saturday evening I came home from work as usual, walked through the door and was bombarded by a torrent of excited words from Little Man. After kneeling for a minute, trying to make sense of his blathering I realised he was telling me he had a mouse in the front room! For a moment I had a blind panic because I am terrified of dead animals and I assumed that it must be dead, how else would he have it. Fortunately for me Daddy quickly explained that the mouse was very much alive and was being kept in a jar with kitchen roll as a hidey hole and wedge in the top so that it could breath. Phew! I could breath again too.

Apparently Daddy had decided to clean out our pantry cupboard (it was long overdue!) and in amongst some of our wedding crockery, hidden in the back corner was a mouse, all tucked in amongst the tea cups with a full larder of dried pasta. It sounded to me like something out of Alice in Wonderland and once the pantry had been fully cleaned and all pasta had been dutifully removed Daddy has spent some time showing Little Man the mouse. Little Man was absolutely taken with his little friend and Mouse had been dutifully carried around from room to room for most of the afternoon, he had been shown all of Little Man’s toys and the two had become fast friends (according to Little Man anyway!)

Now that Little Man had proudly shown off his new friend to Mummy we decided it was time to set him free. Little Man couldn’t get his wellies on quick enough. Daddy grabbed a torch, I grabbed my camera and Little Man carefully picked up Mouse and we made the short journey up to the patch of nettles at the end of the garden. Little Man gently put Mouse and his jar on the ground while Daddy got his torch in place and I fiddled with my camera settings. Once we were ready Daddy lifted the lid and we watched and waited. Mouse didn’t take long to pluck up the courage to poke his little head out, probably encouraged by the smell of fresh air and after a couple of looks about he hopped out over some weeds and into the undergrowth.

Little Man shouted with glee and we all stopped for a moment to wonder where he might have gone and whether we would see him back again. Little Man had learnt a lot about mice during his time with Mouse and was keen to tell us where he might be going, he was probably off to find the Gruffalo of course! Before we knew it it was time for Little Man’s bedtime and the excitement of his first close up experience with a wild small mammal had taken its toll. He was asleep in no time leaving Mummy and Daddy to hope Mouse didn’t make it back to face the cat!

Have your little ones had close up encounters with unexpected house visitors? Were they as enthralled as Little Man?

Leila writes a personal, nature inspired blog at Mud Marvellous Mud. She is passionate about connecting children to nature and writes about her son’s experiences as they explore together. She is trained to Forest Schools and Beach Schools level 3 and is currently studying for an Open University Open Degree.

Learning on a Simple Winter Walk

This month’s regular guest post from outdoors mummy blogger, Leila Balin is all about how her little man is learning all the time….

Learning on a simple winter walk

I love how a simple winter walk with any toddler will always be an adventure. They just find pleasure in every little detail. This weekend we headed down a lovely leaf littered path we hadn’t explored before and although it was pretty it didn’t look like it had much in the way of toddler entertainment. Looks were, however, deceiving and the amount of time exploring meant that we never even found out where the path led. We stopped, we played and we headed back the way we came before Little Man decided his legs could carry him no more.

Firstly it was the leaves that caught his attention. They were good for kicking and jumping in, he explored a few in great detail discussing their colour and their shape. Colours and shapes are important to him at the moment. He is learning about them at nursery and at every opportunity he will show off the shapes he knows and the colours he can pick out. It’s amazing how little ones learn with such relish, oblivious to the fact that learning should be anything but fun and exciting. Whatever he learns at nursery always transfers through to his play and I expect that has a lot to do with being taught through play too. I watch this miracle of knowledge gained and I wonder why learning ever needs to change. Why can’t it always be fun?

He soon moved on from the leaves to discovering stones. Stones are always good for throwing. Forget checking out their intricate colours or exploring their smooth shapes, how far can they be thrown? One of the ditches beside the path was full with water and besides asking if he could get in it (it was far too deep and cold!) every stone and twig he found from there on in was hurled as hard as he could. Giggles erupted every time the water exploded with a plop and a look of determination came over him whenever a throw failed. He soon discovered that the twigs didn’t make great tools for creating a splash and they were quickly discarded in favour of the stones.

Little Man trawled the same patch of path for what seemed an age, picking up stones he thought would be good for splashing and discarding anything that didn’t look promising. Each time he threw one in he waited to see what happened, getting more excited the bigger the splash. As he searched you could see his brain assessing the stones, comparing the stone in his hand to the ones he had thrown previously. Which ones would work and which ones wouldn’t. He was practising science. Experimenting as naturally as any true scientist does. For me this is simply more proof that our kids are all born ‘little scientists’ and that we don’t always have to try very hard at all to encourage them to explore their own natural curiosity. Get them outdoors and let them discover for themselves and before you know it they will have learnt more than we can ever teach them.

How do your little ones show off their inner scientist?

Leila writes a personal, nature inspired blog at Mud Marvellous Mud. She is passionate about connecting children to nature and writes about her son’s experiences as they explore together. She is trained to Forest Schools and Beach Schools level 3 and is currently studying for an Open University Open Degree.

My featured post for this week has to be Creative Star’s Outdoor Snacks and Drinks. We love Creative Star and we especially love this post. Eating outdoors is such a treat and this post shows just how much learning can take place simply by moving food outdoors. We really enjoyed the idea of a flask experiment. It sounds like great fun.

Outdoor snack 4

Gloopy Water Play

This month’s regular guest post from outdoors mummy blogger, Leila Balin is all about gloopy water play….

Water play guest post November

This weekend we finally got around to letting Little Man play with his water table. I filled it up with lovely warm bubbly water and he couldn’t wait to get stuck in. Being a typical boy his monster truck was invited to join in the fun. At first his play was quite subdued, slowly pushing along his little boats and exploring the bubble. That was until he realised the monster truck had special powers. If he wound the wheels up while it was in the water and then lifted it out it became a magnificent sprayer and rainbow maker. In the sun all the little water droplets looked like jewels and he was totally enthralled. He loves rainbows at the moment, seeing them in absolutely everything (he even made a rainbow with some kale whilst making dinner this evening!) so he was completely thrilled when he realised he could catch little glimpses of a rainbow whilst playing with his monster truck. Who knew monster trucks and rainbows went together?

Once the rainbow exploration had run its course he was back on to one of his favourite activities – cooking. He started making cups of tea for us both and after a couple of those I remembered the cornflour I had stashed in the cupboard. I ran back in to grab some and found some blue food colouring while I was there. As soon as he saw the blue he wanted it so I dripped some in for him so he could watch the effect it had on the water. He insisted on doing it himself and the whole bottle was gone in a second! Unfortunately, once it had created an initial cloud of blue it dispersed quite quickly and with the base of the tray being blue it was difficult to see what effect it had. Little Man didn’t mind though, the bottle made a great container for him to pour water from his watering can into. He loves transporting water and will spend hours doing it, at one point water was being moved over to his digger bucket and then poured all over the grass. He even had me shifting water!

Once he was ready I poured in some cornflour for him. At first he didn’t really notice the effect it had on the water but before long his hands were sunk against the bottom squidging through the gloop. ‘More Mummy, more’ he shouted so in some more went. As the water got milkier we could see the blue food colouring taking effect. He loved feeling the gloop run through his fingers and watching the way it behaved as it poured it from one container to another. Slowly though he lost interest and we were off round the garden playing in the treehouse and hunting for snails. He was very good though and helped tidy everything up, helping me wash away the cornflour from the bottom of the water tray and watching as it all seeped into the grass.

Have you tried cornflour gloop in your water table yet? What other messy recipes have you tried? I’ve heard sand mousse is good.

Leila writes a personal, nature inspired blog at Mud Marvellous Mud. She is passionate about connecting children to nature and writes about her son’s experiences as they explore together. She is trained to Forest Schools and Beach Schools level 3 and is currently studying for an Open University Open Degree.

My featured post for this week has to be Coombe Mill’s ‘Preparing for Bonfire Night’. The crazy ribbon sparklers they created are gorgeous and such a lovely alternative to the real thing, she also had some great tips for keeping safe on such a busy night. Please pop on over and have a read, her blog is fabulous.

Car Washing Fun

This month’s regular guest post from outdoors mummy blogger, Leila Balin is all about how our little ones find fun in the everyday….

Car Washing guest post October

This weekend we have been car washing. Well, washing Daddy’s car at least. Mine got beaten up by a van on Thursday evening but that is another story! Little Man loves to play with water, it is one of his favourite pass times, so car washing is always a hit.

Daddy headed out with the bucket and hose and Little Man, ever his Daddy’s shadow, went out to help. Initially I was finishing up a few bits inside but after 10 minutes or so I popped out to join them. Little Man had the biggest grin on his face ever and he was covered in bubbles. He immediately came over and rubbed his bubbly hands all over my head before running away and giggling. Cheeky monkey! He spent ages dunking his hands in the warm soapy water and finding different ways to flick the bubbles around. He went from waving his hands about like a mad man to twirling around, all the while watching his fingertips as the bubbles flew off.

After lots of bubbly fun he finally decided he should be helping but rather than use a sponge he decided his hands would do the job just as well. Carefully he went all over the bonnet as far as he could reach, spreading the bubbles and watching them slide across the metal. He really was careful and took his job very seriously. Hands were no longer good enough for the chief car washer and a sponge was discovered, how this had been missed for so long I will never know! The sponge never made it onto the car though, it was walked up and down the garden as he watched the bubbles and the water drip off of the sponge, not even watching where he was going and thoroughly fascinated with how the water was behaving.

As Daddy washed the other side of the car Little Man sneakily dumped the sponge in the bucket and then deliberately spilt the whole contents all over the lawn. He knew Daddy would be cross and as soon as he realised Daddy had noticed he started working his most charming and cheeky grin to get him back on side. Who could resist, not Daddy and not long after a water fight ensued, Little Man absolutely relished the opportunity to run in and out of the water and completely soaked himself from top to bottom. Who knew washing a car could be so much fun? I didn’t until I had a 2 year old! I just love the way toddlers find fascination in things we normally find dull and boring. What daily activities does your little one make more interesting? Do they have you in fits of giggles as they find the fun in the every day?

Leila writes a personal, nature inspired blog at Mud Marvellous Mud. She is passionate about connecting children to nature and writes about her son’s experiences as they explore together. She is trained to Forest Schools and Beach Schools level 3 and is currently studying for an Open University Open Degree.

Tractor Fun

This month’s regular guest post from outdoors mummy blogger, Leila Balin is all about the days Daddy and Little Man spend tractor hunting….

Tractor Fun

On a Saturday Little Man has a Daddy day because Mummy works. He loves his Daddy days, mainly because they get up to all sorts of boys fun from building chicken houses to combine harvester hunting. I often come home to stories of grand adventures that, although I am sad to have missed, I am proud and excited to hear about.

This Saturday just gone the boys had plans to go visit the ducks, however, errands took over and they headed out to the local farm shop to get straw for the chickens. Little Man loves to visit the local farm shop because they have the best collection of toy tractors you can possibly imagine. He rarely walks out without one and today was no different. He had managed to bag himself a very lovely John Deere combine harvester. Now I’m starting to see why Daddy days are so popular!

He was pleased as punch with this new tractor and even took it to bed with him when he went down for a nap. When he woke up Daddy had spotted a New Holland tractor working on one of the fields across from our house so armed with his combine Little Man and Daddy toddled off to ‘hab a look’. One of Little Man’s favourite pastimes is watching the tractors and combines working the fields so needless to say he was enthralled.

This was until he thought he spotted another tractor on the farm (this is a local farm where the farmers are more than happy for us to explore because we know them). Daddy and Little Man went to explore and discovered it was just a hedge trimmer attachment but alongside it was sat a sprayer attachment, a roller and a mower. These entertained Little Man for a brief moment until he struck gold. Peeking out from the back of one of the other barns was the back end of a combine harvester. It wasn’t a lovely green John Deere but it was good enough and Little Man was delighted. Daddy says they spent some time exploring the big machine before Little Man went off for some more tractor hunting.

It wasn’t long before he discovered an old Massey Ferguson that was suitable for a ride on and he was away. Changing gear, steering the steering wheel and all with sound effects to boot. Little Man was in his element and there was no getting away. I normally get home about 6ish and love coming home as it usually involved lots of cuddles and shouts of ‘Mummy!’ but I arrived home to an empty house. The car was there but all the doors were locked and the house was silent. I tried to phone Daddy but no answer, however, after just a few minutes I received a text message telling me they were on their way back up from the farm.

Little Man had finally relented on hearing I was home and I think his tummy had started to grumble. I headed out to meet them and found them half way up the field. Immediately I had the toy combine thrust in my face and was then rewarded with a huge cuddle. The boys both had huge grins on their faces and I knew instantly they had another fabulous Daddy day together. I may not always love working on a Saturday but if it gives those two time to have grand adventures together then I am more than happy.

Do your kids have Daddy days? What do they get up to together?

Leila writes a personal, nature inspired blog at Mud Marvellous Mud. She is passionate about connecting children to nature and writes about her son’s experiences as they explore together. She is trained to Forest Schools and Beach Schools level 3 and is currently studying for an Open University Open Degree.

Story Stones

This month’s regular guest post from outdoors mummy blogger, Leila Balin is all about story stones….

Story stonesI’ve known about story stones for a while now although I have never really used them, at work or at home. They have been on my to-do list for a while too but I have to admit, I haven’t got round to it. Then this week, Little Man got the opportunity to play with some for the first time and I realised how much I have to bump them up the list!

My friend uses them in her forest school sessions and we headed over to play in the woods with her. At first Little Man was quite shy but he soon took to the story stones and they were a huge feature in his play. He even sat listening intently as an older child lined up a collection and acted out his own story with them.

So what are story stones? They are simply smooth rounded stones that have a picture on them. The pictures can be painted on, they can be stickers or you could use decoupage to add the images.  You then leave them out for small hands to find and encourage them to delve deep into their imagination and create wild and crazy stories with them. Many children I have seen using them do so by acting out their stories rather than just telling them, which also makes them a great way to encourage active play. Little Man took a particular liking to a dinasour story stone which was then carried around the woods with him as he ran from dinasours, lions and snakes.

At 2 and a half I wasn’t sure Little Man would really get the gist of story stones. Although he already has a wild and active imagination I wasn’t sure a few stones with some pictures on would really get his imagination fired up but they absolutely did and without any explanation from a grown up either. Imaginary doors were opened for him and he forgot his shyness and played in the woods with all sorts of stories running through his play. There were dinasours, trains, snakes and dragons, it was magical to watch.

So what am I waiting for? Absolutely nothing now! It will be a trip down to a lovely stony beach to collect a bag full of lovely smooth rounded stones and then I will be on the hunt for stickers and pictures that can be pasted onto them. Little Man can then get them out and play with them whenever he chooses. I can’t wait to see where his imagination will take us next!

Have you used story stones yet? Will you be giving them a go?

Leila writes a personal, nature inspired blog at Mud Marvellous Mud. She is passionate about connecting children to nature and writes about her son’s experiences as they explore together. She is trained to Forest Schools and Beach Schools level 3 and is currently studying for an Open University Open Degree.

A Pick Your Own Adventure

This month’s regular guest post from outdoors mummy blogger, Leila Balin is all about some muddy fun at their local pick your own farm…..

Pick your ownIt is that lovely time of the year when there is fruit in abundance so where better to spend a hot Friday morning than our local Pick Your Own farm. Little Man is a fruitaholic at the moment. I can’t get vegetables down him to save my life but he will gobble fruit to his heart’s content. He especially loves strawberries so a morning picking our own seemed like a top idea.

We arrived and collected three punnets so that we could gather some strawberries, raspberries and blackberries, just the right ingredients for a yummy summer pudding and off we went. Little Man, however, decided it was carry time. I don’t know about anyone else with a 2yr old but mine seems to insist on being carried everywhere! I must have the strongest arms of anybody around having to lump him everywhere. Stupidly I didn’t bring my sling so I had to juggle him, our bags and the punnets!

We managed to collect some strawberries and raspberries, without eating any would you believe, and headed down to find the blackberries. At this point my arms could take it no longer and we had a short stand off before Little Man suddenly discovered the blackberries. His mood instantly flipped and before I could say anything he was covered in blackberry juice. In fact with a juicy red mouth, hands and t-shirt he resembled a flesh eating zombie! He must have eaten his weight in blackberries before I managed to drag him away, convincing him he could have some of the strawberries once we had paid for them.

On the way back we came across some glorious muddy puddles and with looks of disdain from some of the other pickers Little Man was in deep, splashing around and having a whale of a time. He danced, sploshed, squidged and squealed, stomping and giggling. I loved watching him relish the cool muddy water as it splashed across his face. This was my little boy back. No more carrying or complaining, he was exploring and discovering as every little one should. I have to admit that at points during our visit we did get some disgusted looks and a few parents were particularly keen to point out to their children this was not the way to behave, shame really because some of the kids looked quite keen to join in. I know that Little Man was having a fabulous time and that a little bit, or even a lot of mud can actually do a lot of good.

Once the splashing was complete and he remembered the strawberries we headed back in to pay. I’m not sure they were too impressed with their muddy floor after Little Man has dragged himself through but they were very nice about it. Little Man had to be stripped down to get in the car and then sat and ate lots of strawberries before we headed home. Luckily there were just enough for him and Daddy to make two delicious summer puddings while I was at work the next day. Yummy!

Have you been picking your own yet this summer? How about some muddy puddle splashing? Are you squeamish about mud or happy for them to throw themselves in with complete abandon?

Leila writes a personal, nature inspired blog at Mud Marvellous Mud. She is passionate about connecting children to nature and writes about her son’s experiences as they explore together. She is trained to Forest Schools and Beach Schools level 3 and is currently studying for an Open University Open Degree.

A Trip to the Beach by Train

This month’s regular guest post from outdoors mummy blogger, Leila Balin is all about their adventures at the beach and a trip by train….

A trip to the beach by train

 

This morning was Little Man’s second time ever on a proper train. He absolutely loved it. He has been a bit under the weather this week so at first he was very subdued, surveying everything from the safety of his pushchair, holding on tight to his special bunny. We were taking a trip to the beach to see a friend of mine who is working out of the country. She was back this weekend and had some time to spare before she had to fly back so the beach was the ideal spot to meet for a mornings catch up.

The train ride was only a short one but Little Man seemed overawed with the sounds of the doors, the whizzing of the countryside and toing and froing movement. He sat very quiet leaving me to guess how he felt about the whole thing. We hopped off at the required station and I was faced with a monster staircase. How on earth was I going to get a heavy two year old who was absolutely refusing to walk and a buggy packed with everything you could possibly need for a trip to the beach up those stairs. Who knew public transport could be so unfamily friendly! Luckily a large nursery group were headed to the staircase just as I was trying to decide how to tackle it. They had plenty of spare hands and a couple of them helped me wrangle the toddler, the buggy and all the bags to the top as well as all their own toddlers, buggies and bags. Phew! So this is why I don’t use trains or buses very often.

After our little adventure, of which Little Man was most upset about having to leave the safety of this pushchair, we headed down the ramp to the beach and met up with my lovely friend H. As we sat and chatted Little Man refused to be coaxed from his comfortable, cosy seat until H handed him a stone. This was received and then thrown with a big grin on his face as far as he could get it. After a few stone throwing minutes he soon plucked up the courage to leave his throne and hit the beach. Then he was off, in usual Little Man style. I’m not actually sure me and H got to catch up very much. We spent most of the time throwing sand around, running up and down and making sure Little Man threw his stones into the water and not accidently through one of the other tiny tots taking up the beach.

Time flies when you are having fun and it wasn’t long before H needed to catch her train back. Little Man was by this time hungry so after one of his ‘I’m not having my nappy changed’ episodes we were headed back to the platform. After some strawberries and grapes Little Man had warmed up and was very excited to see the trains. H’s train was just before ours so we said goodbye. Little Man looked quite lost when she had gone. We had a good 10 minutes before ours arrived so we spent the time exploring the platform. He was asking me what everything was, naming it as he went. He was interested in the yellow line so we talked about what it meant and then he was off jumping on the benches telling me they were bouncy castles. Everything was viewed in wonder and no space was wasted. I just love how toddlers take up the whole space around them as if it is their own.

Our train finally arrived and this time Little Man was not quiet and subdued.  He pointed out everything he could see out of the window, talked about how fast we were going and he even asked why H wasn’t there. Surely she must be, he had seen her get on back at the platform afterall. When we got off at our stop we then had to wait a few minutes before we left just in case we might spot anther train pulling in. I’m pretty sure it won’t be long before he starts asking to go on another train ride. I keep telling him we have to try the bus next. Have you taken your little ones on a train journey lately? Was it a novelty or something you do more often?

Leila writes a personal, nature inspired blog at Mud Marvellous Mud. She is passionate about connecting children to nature and writes about her son’s experiences as they explore together. She is trained to Forest Schools and Beach Schools level 3 and is currently studying for an Open University Open Degree.