(In response to the ‘journey’ task)
Photos of a positive day.
The journey to our usual haunt is refreshed and new with the sprinkle of snow and crackle of ice.
Fresh, frozen puddles to smash. Sunshine gleaming off the frost, lifting our spirits.
There were tears from my little boy. An excursion wouldn’t be complete without them. But they were quickly forgotten with the temptation of crunching in a muddy puddle.
The Mothers: Life in Lockdown 