I've been toying with the idea of joining in Rinda's scavenger hunt ever since she first mentioned it, but you know how it is: "I'll never find even half of those" says one half of your brain and the other, more optimistic soul says "Well, you could at least try". I was chatting to the husband about it the other day and read out the list of things to find. He agreed with the pessimistic side of me "You won't be able to find many of those" he said. And so I put the idea on the back burner. Didn't turn off the heat completely, just left the idea simmering away.
Fast forward to Tuesday and we are up in Sheffield. The sun is shining and we have half an hour to while away before the graduation ceremony. So we went for a walk to a nearby park, son resplendant in his ceremonial robes and us glowing in the warm pride of seeing him all grown up and about to have his success recognised. Despite travelling to that area for the last seven years, we've never actually spent much time exploring the city. Those of you with uni age 'kids' will know that once you have served your purpose of transporting the little darlings to their new homes, helped them unpack their worldly goods, paid for a month's shopping, filled up their kitchen with food and drink and taken them out for lunch, you are soon sent on your way back down the motorway with a tear in your eye, a silent car and an empty back seat and boot. No time for seeing a bit more of the area.
So we found ourselves in Weston Park, a beautiful area and I grabbed the opportunity to take a few more pictures. "It's a shame you aren't doing that scavenger hunt" says the husband. "Look at the lovely wooden bridge":
Five minutes later, "I know what, let's go and take some photos down by the museum"
Hang on a minute ... Rinda - is it too late to join in?