Walking..., no falling down in the snow!

I have a backlog of posts to get through from the previous week, so without further ado we will begin with last Saturday's walk in the woods. This time the woods were up in the mountains behind the university, home to foxes, deer and bears. In other words, Cian-type country. The boy wanted to go hunting, replenish the winter supplies, but Mammy wouldn't let him. Said he could hurt himself. So Cian reluctantly put his ivory hilted bowie knife away, wiped off the camouflage paint and had to make do with simply walking.

But not for long. There had been a thaw earlier in the week, so the snow was soft and sinkable, and walking quickly became postholing. But luckily Cian had a plan B. It was called 'Daddy's shoulders'. Up he went, and down I went into the snow. Stumble, trip, stumble, trip, stumble, stumble, arrrraghh, feck, arse, feck, stumble, trip, etc. we went through the woods. I think the foxes, deer and bears were watching from behind the trees and laughing at us.