Children aren’t looking around wondering why Clara is fluent in French or Luke plays junior badminton or Minnie has stronger collection of googly eyes and fuzzy pipe cleaners in her craft drawer. Read more →
As a very small child, I remember rolling down the hill beside it with wild abandon and being enchanted by its form. I’ve always had a *thing* for windmills.
It must have been that school trip to Wilton Windmill when I was very young that sparked it. I’ve always wanted to go back and so finding myself with two windmill-obsessed BUBs, last Sunday I suggested we go. Let’s just go, I said. Read more →
Day trips. Sigh, we’ve been here before, haven’t we? In the dying days of the Easter holidays I’ve undertaken two. One to the Natural History Museum in Tring, stuffed to the rafters with stuffed creatures (and some models – the Dodo for instance). Read more →
I’ll be frank, I once ended up at a model railway exhibition. I say once, it was last year and it was probably the single most misjudged outing of them all, and there have been a few. I don’t know what I was playing at or what I expected but it wasn’t what I got which was terrifying, suffocating, cloying, disappointing and strange, and not in a good way. Read more →