This weekend, as a Valentine’s Day treat, my husband and I spent some time together without the baby. This was quite a big step for me as I’ve spent very little time away from her – partly through necessity as I was breastfeeding up until recently, but also due to the fact that the fretful mother in me was reluctant to trust her care to someone else. However, as my husband and I have spent so little quality time together as a couple recently, we thought it was important that we had a weekend away. I must confess, I did take some talking around but in the end I agreed to it.
After dropping off the baby at my mum’s, we went out for a meal and it was lovely to have time to talk about ideas and thoughts rather than practical matters demanding our attention. In fact, it was just so lovely to have time generally. Everything about our time away was slow-paced and unhurried – a complete contrast to my normal day-to-day activities. Breakfast the next morning for instance, was a wonderfully leisurely affair with pastries and a paper – a real treat as we don’t have time to read the paper usually.
We then spent the day in Malvern, Worcestershire – walking in the hills and finally visiting the knitting shop in the town which had been enthusiastically recommended to me by a number of people. The Malverns have a special significance for us as my husband proposed to me at their highest point many years ago and whilst we were up there it made us smile to see another couple doing just that. It’s undoubtedly a romantic spot – even on a damp and windy february day. The visibility wasn’t great but you could still see great swathes of the surrounding countryside – the rolling hills of Herefordshire contrasting with the flat plains of Worcestershire. There was still some snow on the hills, although it had disappeared on the low-lying areas. We climbed up Herefordshire Beacon which is topped by British Camp, an Iron Age hillfort and the snow dramatically picked out the ditches of the ramparts. I loved how the snaking trails of snow seemed to coil themselves around the hill….
And of course, snow always provides opportunities for adults to act like kids…..
You can’t see in the picture, but there was a perfectly good non-slippy path to the side of me but I opted for the more er… interesting method of throwing myself down a snowdrift and, yes, I did end up on my bottom.
So, we had a wonderful time but how did baby small fare? Well, I think it was clear when we went to collect her and had to prise her away from grandma – she just didn’t want to leave!