I have the fondest memories of egg rolling as a child.
We would always take a BBQ and head up to Grizedale Forest in The Lake District, with a basket of freshly painted eggs and big smiles a plenty.
I have always wanted to recreate this magic with my own children, and today we did!
We started the day with dippy eggs and soldiers (of course!)
The kidlets then decorated their eggs
Once all the eggs were good to go, we packed the kitchen sink (literally ) and headed north.
Only a few loo and “I’m gonna be sick” stops and we arrive at our woodland retreat.
It was just as I remember, even down to the sound of the rushing water fall splashing over the mossy rocks! Isn’t it funny how evocative smells and sounds are. I was suddenly transported back to being a pickly 6 year old!
There’s something quite special about eating in the great outdoors even if at times we had to flick a few bugs off the colslaw that dropped in for a nibble
So everyone is fed and watered, and so we go in search of an “eggcellent” (sorry) rolling hill.
Enroute we find a very lonely wood cutter and a money tree (I’m sure my folks always said money doesn’t grow on trees- well here is the proof that they were wrong!
And so the rolling competition began, although I use the term rolling very loosely… It was more of lobbing! I pulled the short straw and had to be at the bottom of the hill- I’m sure they hatched a plan and were aiming directly at my head!
Despite their best efforts I came away egg free, the kids shrieked with laughter, argued about who won and who didn’t, ran around in the fresh air, but best of all made memories that I hope like mine… Will last a lifetime!