It started well. Really, it did. We went and had lunch in a country pub (scampi and chips for me, steak for Pat, and whale shaped fish fingers for Maia. Don't think Jamie Oliver would have approved, but it was tasty and cheap).
Full, we started out to the car to go get ready to Go Walking. Our 'Pub Walks in South Yorkshire' book said this one was nice and easy, 2.5 miles around a reservoir with ample ducks and swans and other 'Ooh, look, Maia' opportunities.
Then it started to snow. Then Maia's very warm, but highly impractical Russian Real Bunny Fur hat kept falling off. Then her wellies came off. Then she didn't want to be in the backpack. Then she didn't want to walk. Then her parents started to snit at each other. Then one said 'Fine, you go bloody walking, and I'll sit in the car with Maia.' Then the other said 'Fine!' and stomped off. Then the other parent realised she didn't want to sit in the car for an hour and followed.
An uneasy truce, followed by about 20 minutes of really nice Family Day stuff (running from scary swans, pointing at funny looking cyclists) was shattered when a cold, tired, and frankly pretty pissed off child decided Enough Was Enough and howled the rest of the way back to the car.
Perhaps we will try again in the summertime.
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