I always hated Sundays when I was little and although I still don't like the fact that its the end of the weekend and that work is impending there are a lot of things I am thankful for on a Sunday. I am thankful that it is my lie in day and I love nothing more than my bed. Its a day for family and I always make an effort to do something with Dylan, Fletcher and Maisy (if dogs are permitted). Even if its just a stroll along the beach, donning our wellies and walking through the woods or going for a coffee somewhere new. Its also a day that all my family get together for roast dinner and it is ALWAYS a laugh. We quite literally turn up at my mums and just create so much noise. My sister and I tend to dick about whilst our children chase each other and the men usually talk sport. Family dinner is something that I really look forward to which is funny considering I used to HATE roast dinners.
This Sunday we took a nice blustery stroll up a very long hill on a hunt for muddy puddles (we found some no probs) once at the top the views are beautiful, they are even nicer on a summers day. I'll have to show you what I mean in a few months time.