In some previous life, an unusually warm and sunny April weekend would have called for not much more than bottle or two of rosé, a picnic blanket (optional) and a spot comfortable enough to stay put in for several consecutive hours. Oh how times have changed. With kids in tow, it almost seems that sun equals stress: is their skin well enough protected? Are they cool enough? Did they drink enough? Etc.
Having seen the forecast for another scorcher this weekend, we decided to take action and embark on a family forest day! From very early on, the kids have raved about forest days that they have been on with their childcare. Grilling sausages and "snake bread", and even taking their afternoon nap under a tree somewhere. It's not something that's sounded particularly fun to me, but it's also not something that I've known much about. I decided it was high time to explore.
We packed our gear and took a local train up to Forch
, without much clue what to expect. It took around 7 minutes of walking (past some chickens and some cows), for my kids to decide they had had enough, and wanted to go home. To be fair, that thought had crossed my mind a few minutes earlier too. Besides the few pretty flowers scattered here and there, the scenery was really rather boring to be honest. I didn't see much point. Somehow, we carried on for another twenty, or so, minutes (which felt much longer given all of the moaning), until we finally came to a small bridge that had been mentioned as some sort of milestone on this excursion. We crossed that bridge and walked down a dusty path. The next thing we knew we found ourselves in the most magical little forest you could imagine. I couldn't believe my eyes.