Breakfast time. Blue sky. Visible on both sides – out the back window and out the front window.
“Will we go to Killiney Hill this afternoon?”
“Yes,” says the joint-boss of decision-making.
Lunch time. Blue sky now only visible out the back window. The front window shows a decidedly white outlook.
“Are we still going to Killiney Hill?” the kids ask doubtfully.
“Of course we are, sure it’ll be grand. The sun’s just gone behind a cloud.”
We drive, we park.
“I’m freezing,” says the sandal-wearing seven-year-old.
“I’m starving – when is the picnic?” says the always hungry six-year-old.
“Where’s his jacket?” I ask, pointing to the three-year-old.
“You said it was in the boot,” says the joint-boss.
“Yes, but then I said to check if it was there,” I say, looking at the white-grey sky.
“I not cold,” says the small boy, making the decision for all of us. We start to walk.
Half way up, the first drops hit. The kids are climbing trees, we’ve stopped to wait. I know that if either of us suggests turning back, we’ll go back. So neither of us does. We keep going.
By the time we reach the last sea look-out before the top, it’s pouring.
We huddle under a tree, hoods up. Except the jacket-less small boy. The rain eases. Turn back or keep going? We keep going.
We shelter in the obelisk and open the picnic. Picnic is an ambitious description for the three banana chocolate chip cookies and single pack of popcorn, but the kids are happy. We peer out from our shelter. The rain has stopped. The sun is back. It’s lighting up the city and Dublin Bay below.
We walk over the rocks and breathe in the view. The kids decorate a puddle, filling it with flower petals.
The one wearing sandals takes off her coat, because the sun is hot now. The one who was hungry has forgotten all about food – she’s busy stirring mud with sticks. And the one with no jacket has an I told you so look on his face.
The grown ups soak in the sun and the view. There’s no need to say it – we’re glad we kept going. The lesson – because everyday has one – isn’t so much that it’s always worth it, but that it’s sometimes worth it. And when it is, it’s wonderful.
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Looks like a wonderful day out and I love the decorated puddle x
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They put a LOT of effort into the puddle – it was all very serious!
That decorated puddle is magical!!! We love Killiney Hill too and while you never know what weather you’ll get when you go, those views are worth the chance!
Absolutely. A few weeks ago, we set out in gorgeous sunshine and ten minutes later, got soaked as we reached the top – you win some, you lose some, but worth a try!
Food outdoors, regardless of how much it is, is a picnic 😉 Looks like a gorgeous afternoon in a beautiful place.
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That’s a very good way of looking at it – I will bear it in mind the next time all I have is half a box of crackers 🙂
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