Fresh Air and Kids

Am wanting to write poetic thoughts inspired by the fantastic scenery but am just so exceptionally exhausted! Think it must be the fresh air - hope it's the fresh air.

I did ride my bike today and shocked myself at how unfit I am. I always overestimate what I can do and then get disappointed when I can't match up. I know that I need to remember that up until recently I could do very little and that my body has been through such a lot. But it is so hard not to be impatient, and also very hard not to push myself until I really feel awful just to prove that I'm back to normal. However, I did really really enjoy what I did manage to do - so there's a start.

The kids got up at a much more civilised time this morning - thank god - and we had a good day. Bike riding in the morning (will the kids learn to ride without stabilisers before they're 16?) and a lovely walk on a deserted beach in the afternoon. The baby wore her new very expensive waterproof, cosy all-in-one and her new little boots and toddled around looking adorable. And I forgot the camera! She kept losing her balance and literally falling forward on to the top of her head - this sounds upsetting but she was very happy at the plan. I hope she will repeat this trick so I can capture it before she grows out of it.

We've been coming to this beach for years - with increasing numbers of bundled up small children. And we have any number of photos in which various kids, in various moods, frolic in various ways in the sand. But we're not tired of it yet. No more small kids to add to our clan now but hopefully more nephews and nieces. I have a brother and a sister and I already have three lovely nephews. All the cousins, including our three, are under 6 - and all are coming up to the Highlands this weekend as is my mother. It's going to be a full and lively house that's for sure. But that is what I love, even if no-one quite gets how tired I still feel.