Thursday, 16 January 2014

Puddle Hunting

Today is a beautiful day in our little corner of the world - sunny, cool but not chilly, and still a little wet underfoot from the recent rain. Perfect conditions for a puddle hunt, I thought, so that's what Eleanor and I did this morning. (I'm not sure where the phrase 'puddle hunting' came from, it was just something that I said once to Eleanor and she liked it, so it stuck.)

Not far from our house is an unadopted road leading onto a bridleway, and it has some epic potholes so is a great place to take Eleanor for a good splash. It never ceases to amuse and amaze me how Eleanor will happily plough into an enormous puddle, while I'm cautiously stepping around it, trying my best not to put a foot in it despite wearing wellies! When we've gone puddle hunting before we've not ventured too far up the road, but this time Eleanor was insistent on hunting out more puddles and we walked further than ever before, and went back and forth along the road and bridleway twice to get maximum enjoyment from the puddles!

(Apologies for the rubbish pictures, it was a bit hard to take them one-handed wearing gloves!!)

We're lucky enough to live in a small, former industrial town on the outskirts of Leeds and it often feels like the meeting of two worlds. This morning, walking along the bridleway halfway up a hill, it struck me how I could look one way and see nothing but fields and trees, but if I turned my head the other way I could look down the hill and see a shiny new housing estate, with houses packed close together. In one ear was the sound of birds, in the other I could hear sounds from the nearby mill and factories. It's amazing how you can feel like you're in the countryside so close to the bustle of the town. I really need to take more advantage of this, so that Eleanor will keep her love of the great outdoors.

It's a while since I'd taken Eleanor for a proper walk, due to illness, injury, wet weather and the simple fact that I'm not keen on being cold. But I was surprised at how far she could walk, how sensible she was about crossing roads, and how much energy she had. Last time we did this walk we didn't go as far and I had to carry her the last few yards. This time she could happily have walked for much longer had I not been so conscious of the need to get back for her nap! I guess it's just my brain adjusting, as it will have to do continually, to the fact that my daughter is becoming ever more capable, more energetic and stronger. She will surprise me more and more as she grows.

It seems bizarre to think that this is the same girl who, this time last year, couldn't walk. I wonder how far we'll be walking on our puddle hunts next year?!

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4 comments:

  1. We live on a little lane full of puddles that someone likes to jump in. So sweet how they love such simple things.

    I didn't realise you were near Leeds, i lived in Ilkley as a teenager and then in Leeds itself for 2 years in my mid-twenties when I was a librarian there. I;m trying not to think about that being 10 years ago...

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    1. Puddles are the best aren't they?!

      Ahh it's a small world! I've been in Leeds for nearly 9 years now, (and trying not to think too hard about that!) we're not far from Ilkley actually. Hopefully when Eleanor is a bit older we'll be able to go wandering on Ilkley Moor - bah t'at of course!

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  2. Oh how funny, what a small world indeed. We are coming down in the summer for the Tour de France, I'm hoping as I get my confidence up with doing long train journeys with Bagl we'll visit more often.

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  3. There's lots of fun to be had anywhere with puddles and a toddler. Love puddle jumping!
    Thanks for linking #LetKidsBeKids

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