Living where we live on the very edge of the incredible Yorkshire Dales National Park, it often feels like a bit of a sin not to visit this beautiful landscape more often. But we have come to realise that our weekend outings are more about us being together as a family than they are about our surroundings, and keeping it local is just as lovely as venturing further afield.
If you've been visiting my blog for any length of time, then you will know about our local woodland which sits very close to the town centre. One minute you can be walking past bustling shops and restaurants, the next minute you can be walking along quiet leafy lanes and into the woods. It's a wonderful luxury to have this kind of a walk right on our doorstep, to have easy access to open fields, dry stone walls, dappled woodland pathways, wild flowers, birdsong, little bridges, waterfalls, babbling streams and vast banks of wild garlic.
The woodland is slowly waking up after it's winter sleep and it's a beautiful sight. Buds are bursting, little green leaves are springing forth, and oh the wild garlic is already filling the air with it's unmistakable scent. I breathed it all in, delighting in the freshness of it all. I loved us all being together as a family too, a treat to watch my three offspring larking about together taking pleasure in simple things. Boys and sticks - say no more.
Has anyone ever cooked with wild garlic? It grows in such abundance here and I'm always tempted by the idea of perhaps eating it in some way. Wild garlic pesto? Wilted into a tasty risotto? I am thinking that a quiet morning of local foraging could be on my agenda this week, now what a lovely thought for a Sunday evening.
Here's wishing you a wonderful week ahead, enjoy the simple things xxxxxxxxxxxxxx