We are lucky that we live in an area with so many great places to visit, not only that but many of them are completely free so when we are stuck for somewhere to go we can just grab a picnic and visit a park. Sefton Park in Liverpool is somewhere I have wanted to take my boys for the longest time. It is such a massive open space with so much to explore and we spent most of the day there and still didn’t see it all.
I remember my Grandad taking me and my brother there when I was younger and it will always remind me of him, the way he showed us round and told us stories from his childhood. He was always such a fantastic story teller – so much so that you were never sure whether he was pulling your leg or not but mostly I remember that day as it was somewhere that was obviously important to him. I know he didn’t have an easy childhood yet he had a lot of happy memories there. My Grandad has been gone many, many years now but recently the feeling of missing him hits me as if it was only yesterday. Maybe it is because I was 18 when he died, I was so different to the person I am now. Mostly it is because I wish he could know my boys and I wish they could know him. I adored him and my childhood is littered with amazing memories of him. I didn’t intend for this post to be about him but visiting his old stomping ground made me think of him all the more. It’s sad that I forget the little things that made him so special and that sometimes I have to think hard to remind myself of them but the park gave me a chance to talk about him and share some of his stories, I wish I could remember more.
We had a lovely family day in the park and I made a little video to share some of the fun we had. There isn’t much better than letting your children just run free outside and we didn’t even visit the amazing playground they have there. We had a picnic in the sun, ran up and down the big hills, introduced Lucas to daisy chains and watched Boo test out his walking skills on the grass. We wandered round the enormous lake, spotting the ducks and swans and listened to Bear quacking from the pushchair. We raced around the daffodils and hunted out the beautifully restored Palmhouse. On our way out we stopped for ice cream and danced past the busker by the fountain. We forgot about everything other than our own little family for a few hours and it was just bliss.