In mid-May we enjoyed a weekend visit from our friends Wes and Steph up in St. Andrews. The weather was particularly lovely so we decided to take a little trip down into the Borders for a day hike. As always, it was wonderfully refreshing to get out of the city and enjoy a bit of nature.
This backpack shot is getting quite popular.
It took Julian a while to get used to this pokey pasture grass, but he eventually came to terms with it.
After our hike and a little drive around the countryside, we stopped in the little Borders town of Peebles for some ice cream cones. It was a first for Julian who wasn’t sure at first if he liked ice cream and ultimately decided he preferred the cone. Whose son is he, anyway?!?
We decided to kick off the month of June with a celebratory picnic in a nearby park. We had enjoyed gorgeous weather all week and decided on Saturday night that a good old-fashioned picnic was in order. I spent most of the afternoon preparing barbecued chicken, baked beans, tabbouleh, corn on the cob, etc.
About half an hour before we headed off on our excursion, we were a little chagrined to see some rather ominous looking clouds move in from the west. Not to be put off, however, we ventured forward, wishing the clouds away all the time. We were encouraged when we got to the park, to find it packed with other picnickers–surely there is strength in numbers, right? I felt confident that our collective will would be sufficient to hold off the rain, at least until our picnic was over. My confidence quickly melted as we sat down on our blanket and instantly felt the first large, full drops of rain. Thankfully, I had thought to throw some umbrellas in our bags and we quickly pulled them out to help us stay dry. The rain got heavier and heavier. Apparently we were the only picnickers that evening who had thought to pack umbrellas amongst their picnic items and the park quickly cleared completely. We were the lone survivors in the field, sitting stubbornly under our umbrellas, determined not to let even the worst rain storm ruin our picnic.
Christopher kindly shared his umbrella with Julian which also meant he had a steady stream of water dripping down his back.
I stayed nice and dry under my umbrella. The trouble is, it's a bit of a challenge to eat picnic food with one hand.
After twenty minutes or so of steady downpour, we finally realized that maybe this wasn’t just a passing cloud and we reluctantly began to pack up our lovely picnic. We rung out our picnic blanket and packed up our Tupperware containers which had become efficient little rain collectors–our chicken bones were now swimming. On our walk home, the streets had sprouted veritable rivers and by the time we reached the front door, we were all thoroughly soaked.
Arriving back home, dripping wet.
Julian was determined to enjoy his first corn on the cob, which he gnawed on all the way home.
Our picnic ended with Julian in the bath while Christopher and I finished our salad from the dry comfort of our home, watching the rain continue to pour down.