The next day I woke up to distant children’s voices, playing in the large living room just a few steps away from mine and Sam’s bottom-floor room. The house was freezing, but the sun was shining outside. As we laid there listening, trying to make out the footsteps running up and down the hallway, we knew it was time to face the cold and head to the bathroom closest to us and get ready for breakfast being served at 9.
When we took our places at the breakfast table, I was so happy to see that there was a full English breakfast on offer, as well as a variety of fruit juices and real coffee. The fried bread was perfection – the cook definitely knows how to please her guests, I thought.
With a full belly and a happy mind, I was more than content to laze around for a little while and chat to the family (and friends of family) that I hadn’t seen in a long time. All the while I was worrying in the back of my mind about the fact I’d only packed summer dresses when the house was so cold, and the wind outside wasn’t giving up. Sam was itching to get out and explore, as he’d heard there was a waterfall nearby.
It took a little convincing, as I was happy chilling out by the fire, but Sam, Lydia (my sister) and I eventually got together and decided to put our walking trainers on. The sun was out and the view was amazing. Sam lead the walk and had a clear idea of where we needed to go. Along the way Lydia and I stopped every couple of steps to take pictures.
When we found the River we knew we were getting close. We voted on which way to go – up stream or downstream – and then settled for a while to take in our surroundings before moving on.
I was wearing:
Top: Mango / Jumper: Topshop / Jeans: River Island / Trainers: Missguided
It was blissful – you could hear the animals in the background and we watched birds of prey circle above us! I have no idea which type they were, but they were ginormous!
We continued on our mission to find the waterfall and when we did, it was super exciting. It was just about big enough to be called a waterfall and although small, the excitement was quickly dulled down when I realised just how dangerous a place it was. The rock was slippery and the slope down was rather intimidating.
“Lets just stop here and take some pictures shall we?”, I said trying to cover up my nervousness.
Sam was first to find a safe way down and so Lydia went next, taking his hand and instantly falling over, soaking herself from the bottom down!
“SAFETY FROM HERE!” I shouted, before continuing to voice my concerns.
“It’s okay, we will all be careful and I’ll help you down. Once we are down it’s flat and we can enjoy the waterfall properly” Sam replied.
So off we went, down the rock face and waterfall, manoeuvring ourselves carefully to ensure we don’t slip and crack our heads open. I was more worried about Lydia, as she is more boisterous than me and won’t necessarily have the same gauge of risk factors. All was fine though, and afterwards I felt like we’d really achieved something – as little as it looks!!
Tea and cake was at 3pm, so we were in a bit of a rush heading back. We made it just in time for the family photo though, which I’d love to include but haven’t yet received.
After tea and cake everyone got their walking gear on, asking Sam to lead the way to the waterfall. He was concerned that it wouldn’t be safe for all the little kiddies, but everyone wanted to see it anyway so off we went for the second time – this time with a group of 30 behind.
I was exhausted by the time we got back. The parents couldn’t resist letting the children play in the waterfall, so as a team all the adults helped the youngsters and each other down. I’m guessing I was more worried than the parents, as the entire time I was scared to change my footing and instead stood in one place acting as a rail for the children to grab hold of when they needed to! It was lovely to see them looking so excited and happy, and being around nature was something I didn’t realise I needed, but did.
Dinner was at 8pm and included homemade traditional dishes like steak and kidney pie and lasagne, with fresh veg and new potatoes to accompany. Champagne bottle’s popped and the men of the table were ordered to move 2 seats to the left every hour to encourage us all to mingle. We didn’t leave the dinner table until gone 11pm.
One sleep to go and I didn’t want it to finish. I was having such an excellent time, and I hadn’t thought about work once!
Come back tomorrow to find out what happened on day 3, and feel free to use the comments section below to share your thoughts on this series 🙂