rolling with the homies

I do hope everyone has been having a wonderful Easter Sunday and feels suitably slightly sick due to chocolate scoffing.

Our day started off a little dubiously, as we'd got up early to go to our first car boot sale of the year, only to find we had to queue for the best part of an hour to park there and that the goods on offer were generally pretty rubbish. To make matters worse, the only pyrex I found was in Autumn Glory, a pattern I don't collect. An early start also made for crabby children, so by lunchtime I'd almost given up hope of saving the day.

However, this afternoon the sun came out and we walked on up to a hillside to roll the hard boiled eggs that the girls had painted yesterday.

Local people call this spot 'Humpty Dumpty Hill' and apparently, generations of children have returned here year upon year to roll their eggs. The last time we walked up here was to go sledging on Christmas day.

The novelty of egg rolling quickly turned in to throwing the eggs as hard and as far as possible down the hill...

Some eggs survived, while others did not...

and after frolicking about on the hillside, the girls recharged their energy by tucking into eggs of the sweet, sticky variety.

Om nom nom! x