I've been meaning to explore this little path for the past couple of weeks. Last year Daddy had shown me photos of some of the sculptures and my interest was sparked, but my brain was slightly muddled about how to access the path.
At the scrapbooking day a couple of weeks ago, a regular trickle of people passing the window of the museum gave me a clue that the path had opened, so this afternoon, armed with gloves and a dolly pram we set off to explore....
There were many interesting people to encounter.
Before we knew it, we had reached the end of the mill section of path!
So we decided to venture on....
This is the bridge that EVERY day after school from first year to LVI Gillian and I played pooh sticks at.
This is the forest that Chris built secret dens in and that we, from time to time plucked blackberrys and the occassional sloe in for the local bootlegger Daddy.
Today there is a path, that links up Mossley Mill with the shore at Whiteabbey. It rather took husband's breath away. His fingers were flying with tweets! We actually couldn't believe that this path was right on our doorstep and was so good!
We ambled back up to the mill. We wanted a cup of tea, but the restaurant was closed, so we made do with feeding the ducks.
It is a pretty special place, and I'm glad I got to share it with some pretty special people.
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