When we first visited Cefn Onn Park last year, The Boy's first question was about the playground. At the time he still had in his head that every 'park' was of the suburban template consisting of various flora, a set of swings, see-saw, slide, climbing frame… you get the picture. It's taken him a while to realise the point I explained to him then; that there's play equipment wherever you go, you just have to work out how to use it.
Needing a breath of fresh air and some family time on the weekend, we returned to Cefn Onn to see the bluebells and rhododendron bushes which are flourishing at this time of year. While we were wondering up the pathways and squelching through the mud, we discovered an area of the park where trees had either fallen naturally or been felled. I find it very hard to believe that they weren't laid out in the particular way that they were, because The Boy declared it was an assault course which he needed to try out.
Tentative at first (due to a scooter incident five minutes beforehand), he asked me to help him cross a huge, gaping chasm of a gap, but when he realised he would have to do it himself then I was really impressed with the way he worked it out.
Bolstered by his accomplishing this, there was no stopping him and he was soon charging around the assault course and jumping from tree trunks!
The final task was scaling a tree trunk to declare himself the 'King of the Castle', have a guess as to who was the 'dirty rascal'?
I love seeing his confidence grow along with his physical capability, and I love seeing him being a child who takes pleasure in the world around him.
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