Up, Round and Over the Hill

C and I ran up the hill panted up the hill, walked through the farm fields and fought our way down the chalky path through the brambles with handmade swords (sticks from the wood) and ventured to this quiet spot. 

We took two flasks full of tea & hot chocolate. Eager to steal some of the flasks warmth we both managed to burn our tongues. If C's got a cuppa of something warm he'll always sip a little too soon. Patience - when it comes to food - is not Christian's forte.