One of our family’s very favourite outings when I was young was “Tracking” in the New Forest. We usually went with at least one other family, and split into two teams, generally boys against girls. The idea of the game was for one team to lay a trail of arrows made out of sticks, ferns, even horse poo on one memorable occasion, the more convoluted and longer the better, and then hide at the end of the trail, waiting to be found. The other team would give them five minutes, and then start to follow the trail.
The boys always took it far more seriously than the girls, and used to send half the team off making a trail while the other half built some sort of amazing hideout out of wood and ferns, so we always had the greatest difficulty finding them.
Us girls always ended up getting the giggles and giving away our hiding place, so we weren’t the winners very often. We always had loads of fun playing, though, and generally took a picnic with us as well.
Another place I used to love going was Becky Falls on Dartmoor, which we used to visit when we came down to Devon to stay with friends. It’s such a beautiful spot, and climbing up the waterfall felt very adventurous and a bit dangerous, too. We took William there a few years ago, and he enjoyed it just as much as I used to as a child. In fact, thinking about that has reminded me that we must go back there again soon.