I went out to Canterbury today with the kiddies. Spring is just rearing her head. It feels like that grey winter misery is blowing away.
We went to Dane John gardens and played in the little maze/fort there. We then climbed to the top of the mound to look out at the city srawling around us. After a walk around town baby was starting to fidget in her baby carrier so I knew a feed was imminent. So, I took the boy to a bakery to choose a cake to keep him quiet. He insisted upon a chocolate brownie (to share of course) and then patiently sat in the pushchair till we reached our destination. We walked through the historic Westgate towers to reach the Westgate gardens, which follow the Stour river.
We chose a little picnic spot where we could watch the ducks. I spread my scarf on the grass to sit, while the boy decided to remain his pushchair to scoff his cake. I realised that in my newfound relaxed mindset towards breastfeeding, I had not brought anything to cover up with (other than my scarf, which was now shielding me from the damp grass. However, I just shrugged this fact off, latched her on and enjoyed the beautiful setting.
Maybe the scenery at that particular spot not beautiful enough for him. Some may argue that we improved the scenery. Oh...no, not because of the breastfeeding thing, just because we're really really gorgeous :D