Hunts of two kinds on Easter Sunday: the sweet and the savoury. Mushrooms in our paddocks are a fleeting moment each year that I have found ever-so-slightly magical since I was a girl out hunting for them on my horse.
Our annual Easter egg hunt is something Conor remembers and looks forward to each year. This year was the first time he has been able to read the clues all by himself, and there were some very tricky questions about whether I or the Easter Bunny was responsible and for what. (The Easter Bunny provides the eggs and some instructions for the hunt and I help lay it out, in case you're wondering).