When I ask families about being active, they often look pained. They instantly envision me advising afternoons of dragging reluctant children to walk laps around the block.
When, in reality, I wouldn’t recommend it for anyone. I mean, unless the family were really into it. Even I won’t walk around my neighbourhood anymore after lockdown.
Honestly, in Ireland we are lucky to live in a simply beautiful country. And getting out of surburban or urban areas – by car, bus, or bike – even if it’s just once a month or on a weekend – breaks up the routine.
Less boring, more exploring.
A couple of weeks ago, I came across The Big Jellyfish Hunt. I honestly have no idea how this was shared with me.
I was fascinated to learn about the barrell or octapus jellyfish Rhizostoma octopus
I mentioned this to 4 y.o. C. and 7 y.o. T. and after school one day, we drove to our favourite Loughshinny Beach and went jellyfish hunting. I hadn’t checked the tide before we went – mostly because it wouldn’t have changed our plans – but tide was rising when we arrived. No jellyfish, but no end of fun running up and down the beach with the dog, and the boys decided to dig a trap (hole in the sand) to catch on for next time before we left.
This week, we went back as the tide was going out. And to our delight, fabulous jellyfish on the shore. They solemnly congratulated themselves on their trap. I did ask them: are you sure that’s your hole?
But what do I know?
We explored the sea caves, walked the beach, and photographed (me) and counted (them) the jellyfish.
60 minutes physical activity. Lots of steps. Zero boredom.
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