There are so many things I have to thank Monkey for, I have learnt so much these last 4 years about all sorts of things. If you take the time, children really help you open your eyes, view the world differently. I realised just how much I took for granted. I grew up surrounded by nature, a father who has a passion, a childhood spent with a butterfly net in hand. Memories that were deep inside, suddenly unleashed when you have a child. You also look at what you have around you, you appreciate it so much more. Well, I do anyway. Perhaps you don’t. It’s certainly true of our favourite haunt. I’ve written numerous posts about our favourite haunt, Blenheim Palace. Before Monkey was born, I’d only been once before. Even though, for 24 years I’ve only lived a maximum of 40 minutes away.
We’ve spent so much time at our favourite haunt over the last 4 years, but the last couple of years have been all about the Pleasure Gardens. Sandpits and butterflies, mixed in with train rides. The Sunday we got back from Spain, the sun was out, it was time for a trip to our favourite haunt, with Daddy P in tow. We decided to visit the formal gardens for a change. To see the fountains and to see of the daffodil beds near our ‘NCT picnic tree’ were out.
Then it was off in search of daffodils and views of the lake.
We found a tree that had suffered in the last storms, we looked at blossom, leaves and pine cones. We walked in the sunshine, chatting, enjoying the scenery. After a lunch stop, we walked to the train stop, but the queue was really long, so we decided to walk down to the Pleasure Gardens. The Butterfly House is closed for rebuilding. The roof has gone on since our last visit. We can’t wait to see it re-opened again soon.
After a busy day enjoying the sights at our favourite haunt, it was time for ice cream!