On Monday we ventured out on a much-needed excursion to Knole Park, near Sevenoaks, for a romp with the famed deer there and to have a gourmet picnic (Adam is king of picnics). We walked the best part of 3 miles with the kids, which was mainly because a.) we got lost and couldn’t read the stupid map on my iphone, and b.) because F&S needed to burn off all the sugar that comes with mainlining Easter eggs all weekend.
The park is really spectacular, a budding photographer’s dream, and even on a Bank Holiday it never seemed that busy, bar a few fellow walkers passing us by as we picnicked.
Ironically, we only saw two deer the whole time, but this satisfied Freddie and Sasha, who seemed more interested in a ‘special’ stick that F had found, and the subsequent drawing of ‘train tracks’ in the ground and poking deer shit with it. The latter was hazardous for S, as unfortunately for her (and us), clumps of deer poo look very much like pine cones to the untrained toddler eye, pine cones being a current lust-have collectors item for her.
All in all a fantastic day, and well worth a visit if you happen to be anywhere near north-west Kent. After a weekend of being irritated by all and sundry, I definitely needed this,. I’ve seen many (lovely) gushy blog posts about how amazing Easter was and they made me feel pretty crap for feeling so negative. Monday was a great reminder of how wonderful my little family is
most of the time!