Thursday, August 09, 2012

There are many ways of going forward, but only one way of standing still.

For some reason my children resent being taken on lovely Sunday morning strolls on paths of frozen mud in the dead of winter.

Bloody soft southerners!


Roddy said...

Do you remember when you were small? We went up to Cradle Mountain, in the snow, and after you had your fun all you wanted to do was hug the fire.
We do acclimatise.

Kris said...

They are soft!