We started this year as we mean to go on…. with a walk into the wild!
With our granddaughter in hand, and accompanied by some intrepid adventurers, we set off in search of the mythical Gruffalo, determined to follow his tracks and catch a glimpse in the deep, dark woods of Essex, where even the trees have a curious look, as if they could amble off at amble of at any moment.
We grappled with the local wildlife and discussed the possible benefits of eating roasted fox
or scrambled snake
We poked our noses into ravines and huts
(and one of our party bravely volunteered to investigate every single mud puddle on the path)
Until we finally found our Gruffalo!
And he was as friendly as can be…
And so was his child!
What? You’ve never heard of a Gruffalo?
(I am interrupting my pilgrimage tale to share this post which was originally published on my sister site, Walking in the World. I’ll say more about that later, but for now, please visit me there to get a glimpse of my day-to-day world.)