H has been working on the National Trust’s 50 things to do before you’re 11 ¾ initiative for the last couple of years and this year has been no exception. He’s certainly ticked a few more off this year and we have plans to do a couple more before the year is out.
Climb A Huge Hill
H did this when we went to Edinburgh earlier this summer. He was very keen to make climbing up the hill part of our trip. I don’t know if it was because Arthur’s Seat is an extinct volcano; or whether he liked the name; or whether it was just the challenge of it. He is very proud that he managed it and I love this picture of him at the top with his uncle.
Recently, we went to an National Trust event at the Clent Hills, Worcestershire. The lady suggested that if he’d walked to the top of the Four Stones hill there, then he’d walked a huge hill. H was a bit dismissive of that hill being a huge hill after Arthur’s Seat. In truth though, the hill in Clent is quite a bit higher, but the climb isn’t as big because you start much higher. Birmingham is quite a high city and Edinburgh is close to the sea, so at Clent you are starting much higher.
Cook On A Camp Fire
This one H managed to achieve twice in one week. At the weekend we were visiting friends in Oxford and the children set up and started their own campfire. H enjoyed this little piece of independence I think. There was much talk about how the sausages on the children’s fire tasted better than those cooked by the adults.
Later that week H got to toast a marshmallow over a camp fire when we visited the Clent Hills. They set up weekly sessions in the summer to try out one of the 50 things, which is nice because sometimes you get to do something that you couldn’t easily do yourself.
Pick Blackberries Growing In The Wild
This was another of the 50 things that we achieved twice in succession and both occasions were unplanned spur of the moment ideas. Normally I tend to go blackberrying alone in September and gather enough for jam and some pies. This year the blackberries seemed to be out so early though, it seemed rude not to take advantage of nature’s bounty.
H spent a happy half an hour blackberrying with his Grandma and I in Worcester Woods Country Park and again the next week when on a country walk with friends in Wales.