Yesterday morning we headed to a nearby park to go on a guided mushroom foraging walk. As soon as we stepped out of the car we were swarmed with mosquitos, and five minutes into our walk we decided to turn back. Poor Viggo already had a bite to the corner of his eye and one on his neck.
Not quite ready to head back home, we decided to go exploring. We headed to a river nearby to poke around.
The boys went down to the water, and being a very eight months pregnant I decided not to walk down the steep hill to the river bank and instead watch from a rock.
It felt so good to just be there. What a happy, unexpected morning.