Another day, another adventure.   With Lyns still being on nights, I spent the night at Nana and Grandad’s so that I could go for a run in the morning.  I arrived back at 11:30 to freshly cooked sausage rolls, thanks Grandad.    When we had been at Moorlands yesterday, James had said that he had wanted to climb up some big rocks.   The biggest rocks I know are Brimham Rocks so that’s where the four of us, and Jess, headed. 

We arrived at about 1:30 and it was heaving, the main car park was full to bursting.   Unbeknownst to me before hand, there is a National Trust members car park where there were spaces which was lucky.

After seeing James climb up the trees yesterday I was ready for his antics today.   He had a wail of a time, climbing up and over rocks as well as running off down the narrow tunnels where Grandad and I could not follow.   He would disappear with a cheeky grin on his face, knowing that we could not follow.   I’m glad there was more than just me as he kept us on our toes.

The little man seemed to have bags of energy and for an hour and a half he scrambled and climb over anything in his way.   One thing he loved to do was to climb into a rock and throw himself off.   Most of the time he would give some advance warning, there were however, times when he just went for it and it was a dive to catch him.   Good fun though. 

After we had been there for also the two hours the James was flagging so we headed back to the car.   We had one tired and dirty little boy.   After that, it was back to Nana and Grandad’s for dinner.   James and I cannot wait to bring Lyns there so James can show her how good he is at climbing.