Sunday At The Museum And After.....

We wanted to get outdoors, blow off some steam, get some fresh air. We wanted to visit Lyme Park and spot some deer and maybe find something to spark the first project in those nature journals we made. But well, the weather had other ideas, cold and wet and miserable and grey...it didn't let up at all...and so we found ourselves at the museum.

I love how museums have changed since I was small, so much more hands on and interactive, like a warren of things to discover, to touch, to smell, to do. And no matter how many times I have visited this museum I always find something else I never knew about my heritage...and well it makes you feel a little pride, knowing what you have come from and I want my children to feel that too...

As much as I'm a country girl at heart, dreaming of farmhouses and chickens, wellington boots and maybe a goat or two... when I visit this part of my city, and see the beauty and age it has to offer, it makes me a little more content to be where I am, it's not all bad...

We have legends too, did you know? Our Liver building has two Liver birds tied and trussed to the roof. One looking inwards to watch over the inhabitants of our city, and the other looking out over the sea keeping watch over all the ships and sailors sailing in and out of the docks....and I remember being told as a small child how if those Liver birds ever took off and flew away then the whole of our city would fall into the sea. I remember the feelings of fascinated horror, of discussing it earnestly with my friends, of checking those birds were still safely tied down every time we passed that building...and now I see and hear those exact same thoughts and feelings and discussions coming from my children in the back of the car as they too check the ties are all still safely in place.

And once home, to the smell of dinner simmering in the crockpot, there are so many things I should be getting done...uniforms, breakfast dishes, another pile of laundry...but here I am curled up in my armchair by the fire as the children disappear off upstairs to play, listening to the drone of football my husband is watching, and doing nothing more than sipping hot tea and thinking about our day.