The weather turned out beautiful; lots of sun, but not too hot with a bit of a breeze. Great drying weather! (Argh, that's a phrase my mother uses). It's the kind of weather where you go looking for washing to do, just to get it out and drying. Is there anything nicer than the smell of fresh, line dried washing?
Saturday night was spent decorating our eggs for rolling the next day. My family used to spend Easter through at my grandparents in Fife every year. It was always a tradition to decorate eggs then take then to the Glen to roll them. My grandad was always the winner. After my grandad died, we never really did it again, but this year my sister suggested we take the wee one to the park and start the tradition up again.
On Sunday, we went to church, husband in tow for a change (he doesn't do church). It was also great to see friends who have moved on to other churches there too. I attend the Salvation Army, and on Easter Sunday the band march through the streets of the town. I don't play in the band anymore, however the wee one and I joined in the march behind the band, with my husband reluctantly following beside on the pavement.
Here's the view from inside the march:
We took a picnic, and chilled out in the sunshine until my sister arrived. Then the egg rolling commenced!
The eggs seemed indestructible. Maybe I boiled them for too long! But, it seemed like this hill was Superman's kryptonite:
But not before one last kick about: