I highly recommend having breakfast at the park at least a couple of times a week. If you live near one. Of course it's nice on a bright summer's morning, but actually, I quite enjoy moody winter mornings. The air is so crisp that it wakes you right up and there is a dual purpose to grabbing a coffee on the way, a caffeine fix and to keep your hands ever so warm. To be honest, I've always liked to spend the day's first moments in the park. I use this time to plan my day ahead, I relish in the quiet time to find inspiration and soak in the season around me. On my winter park visits I've realised that winter isn't that bad, it brings a sense of calm and stillness, so necessary when you live in London, any city, I guess.
This morning was one of those mornings where I had spent every moment until the early hours cleaning and tidying the house the night before and the thought of rice krispies smashed into the rugs, tables to be re-cleaned, milky hands over the just polished mirrors and the general chaos that mornings can bring, filled me with a little anxiety.
If you're super organised, then prepare a little homemade breakfast the night before, and, if you are like me then pop into a Pret, Starbucks or wherever you fancy along the way to the park and pick up some fresh coffee, a babyccino for the little ones (if they are with you) and few croissants. My girls love having breakfast at the park, they think it's such a treat, when really, it's probably more of a treat for me to not have to return home to mess and breakfast plates.
What's even better is that you are already in the park so they can have a long run around and wear themselves out before lunch. Why shouldn't a mother enjoy a few peaceful moments while the children play and eat. When you return home, they will be as calm as can be. Bliss.