On Easter Sunday morning we drive south, to see our daughter, son-in-law and grandson. The roads are fairly quiet. In the afternoon we take a picnic to a small hill outside Lyndhurst. An essential element is the hard-boiled eggs to decorate and roll down.
This tradition is growing popular again - as we walk up the hill we see scattered egg-shells, and scavenging birds.
A family group runs laughing down the slope, following the brightly coloured eggs.
It takes our young grandson a while to cotton on - he prefers chasing to rolling.
toddler in pursuit
coloured eggs roll downhill
he clutches one tight