Surprising snow falls perked up the Groundhog days of lockdown in Windsor, just as the shock of sunlight smiling on our faces did on Saturday.
Perched on a wooden bench in a newly discovered playground tucked behind a gate nestled by vast green fields in Eton, I deep-breathed that sunshine in. The boys whizzed by on a zip wire, entagled themselves in a rope jungle and propelled themselves up and down on the swings I struggle to fit on.
‘Let me on Mummy, come on’, Oliver asked as I took up the seat beside Xander.
It felt like a holiday. Just for an hour. Discovering a shiny, new nook in a well known place.
It’s transformative. As was the snow that enveloped the Long Walk and provided us with an igloo we stumbled upon.
Oliver and Xander’s brotherly bond has grown and deepened over this year of enforced togetherness.
They’ve realised they only have each other. And us, of course.
United in their frustration and fun.
Family really is everything.