My grandson Mackenzie is nearly 5, and for the past couple of years we have been going ‘exploring’. This usually involves a Saturday afternoon up on the moors behind my house where we look for marsh frogs and dragonflies (if the season and weather is right), or maybe a long walk (he can comfortably do 5 miles now).
Sometimes we will visit an old castle (there are lots around here) or maybe even go to a ruined abbey – Fountains, Jervaulx, Reivalux and Bolton are nearby. He likes to climb on the walls and explore the hidden ruins.
He has his own rucksack and map & compass and a little camera, and we take a packed lunch and just enjoy each others company for a few hours away from it all.
Yesterday we went to the seaside and we walked along the cliffs for a couple of miles.
When we come back to our house he has a chocolate milk and a biscuit or two and he sits on my knee and we tell his Nan all about our day.
Yesterday he said ‘I always want to go exploring with you, Papa’…
I nearly filled up…