My husband was once a ranger in a country park. He likes to tell me how beautiful nature is, and how he enjoyed being outdoor. I was never an outdoor person, I knit and stitch in the comfort of sofa and radio play.
But yesterday we decided to use up the holiday for a day trip to Whitlingham Country Park, where my hubby worked before.
It was beautiful! The broad sparkled under a sligtly cloudy warm day. Ducks, geese, and swans took their time swimming around. The wind was not too ferocious, and there were not too many visitors (maybe because it was a Wednesday).
My husband suggested we took a walk around the broad.
Just like what you expected from summer season, the grass was green, flowers blooming, and then…
Suddenly I was reminded why I hate being outdoor. It made my skin crawled when I heard buzz near my ear, or felt something just casually landed in my hair. My husband being an ex ranger thought I was silly.
He kept telling me that those little creepers are not dangerous. I knew that already.
So we did not finish a circle and just turned around and walk back. But not after I took some photos while screaming like a girl (eh?).
Those are for my instagram, I told my hubby.
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