I've been learning, recently, about the Danish art of Hygge. And about a week ago we had just the MOST hyggeligt day ever. It was a delight from beginning to end. A day of relaxing and enjoying the company of excellent friends.
We went to visit our good friends, and Master R's special grown-ups, Mandy and Tom, who were staying the windmill lodges at Framlingham. An utterly glorious location in rural Suffolk, with a perfect little duck pond.
The lodge itself was exquisite. A cosy log cabin in and out. Wood; tick. Wood burner; tick. Beautiful warm light; tick.
The ideal location for playing board games.
Miss O, through sheer good luck, totally whopped our butts at The Rocket Game. Master R took it very well.
Just look at the detailing. Gorgeous!
We just chilled. Played. Giggled. Chatted.
Shared a simple and delicious lunch of crackers, cheese, ham and pickles.
Later in the afternoon we took the relaxation to a whole other level by jumping in the hot tub. Oh. My. Word. Delightful.
Master R and Miss O splashed and kicked from one side to the other and back again on repeat. We watched the birds fly past. We looked under water at the bubbles.
Then, rosy and warm we padded back inside to our warm towels. There was time for some quality time with Lego toys, and this great ark game.
Master R took his relaxing very seriously in this little pool of warm light.
Towards the evening, the beautiful sunshine was splintered by some specks of rain and two beautiful rainbows appeared in the sky. Of course, we all whizzed outside in our slippers to admire them.
Mandy and I raced across the field to try to fit the whole rainbow in our camera screens. Then we realised that, it being a rainbow, walking further away didn't make it smaller. Duh!
Yes. A truly hyggeligt day. Perfection.