I'm never more convinced in there being a creator behind all this beauty than when I'm out in the nature. That all this, and us, evolved from a speck of dust in a pool of tepid water seems, at times, highly unbelievable.
I guess it's for this reason I've never felt compelled to spend my sunday mornings in church.
"The wisdom's in the tree's not the glass windows" (Jack Johnson)
Sunday morning we set off to the Les Songenaz, the woods just behind our house. It was a bit chilly at first as we don't get the sun until 11ish at the moment, but the kids and Ringo have that internal heating system called manic energy and well, I was wrapped up nice and warm and wearing my new boots that I picked up for a snip at a sale!
|not sure the tree enjoyed this as much as the kids did!|
This rock is part of a bouldering site that Richard helped grade and open many moons ago during his one year compulsory military service (he was with the mountain police and basically spend the year trail running and climbing!)
Then homeward bound via a path less travelled....
The mountain behind the boys is La Prarion, it's a great snowshoeing itinerary, but as it finishes on a fairly exposed ridge I've no plans to take the kids there just yet!
Just in time for lunch!