Rhododendron overdose...

Just by the camp site where we stayed last weekend, was a small river. Next to it a path, leading us into fairy tale country. Forests of rhododendron, the soothing sound of water flowing gently and only occasionally rushing a little faster as it tries to negotiate some larger stones.

Small man-made bridges and natural stepping stones, inviting young boys to test their balance and bravery. Man-made or fairy craft? Who am I to say...

And there he goes, my oldest offspring, his long, curly hair bouncing up and down as he explores the tempting 'secret' path. A second later, his younger brother will have caught up with him, after having shouted his name and begged him to wait for him to catch up. Eager not to miss out on whatever excitement may cross their path, the youngest child will try to keep up with his older, much adored but much faster, brother.

A moment later, a new game will have been invented, where words like 'rescue mission' and 'space ship' may play important roles. Unless it turns into a serious bug spotting operation, of course. Which it might very well do.

Exmoor National Park in Devon boasts extraordinary beauty and comes highly recommended for a visit!