Stick man, o stick man

We found out about a Stick Man trail locally over the September weekend and it seemed like a lovely way to spend an hour or two. Brodie was unimpressed with our attempts to follow the trail in reverse - to avoid the crowds. So we had to double back and start again. Baxter had some zoo confusion and thought the information boards confirmed the presence of the real Stick Man and actual Gruffalo. I can totally see how that makes sense when you are 2. We didn't find any Gruffalos but we'll keep trying.


If you are local you should look it up and take a trip over. We really enjoyed it and I think the kids would love to go again. Deal!

Shout out to my Six! (year old).........

Her favourite pop song for those of you who caught the reference. She only knows one line of the whole song though.


Grier at six.

She is smart and inquisitive and pragmatic and positive and ever affectionate. She is an engineer of fantastical objects and expansive ideas. She loves pink (still) and plays football and ballet dances and is the first one to jump straight into a water balloon fight with both feet.


She still prefers skirts and dresses to trousers. She will happily dig in the mud all afternoon. She is green fingered and loves collecting veg in the garden. She can sew and is learning to knit and still loves nothing more than recycling someone elses rubbish into something new usually with a sprinkle of glitter. She spreads a little glitter everywhere she goes. No really, she literally spreads glitter -

We stretched the birthday celebrations over the whole weekend because why not? Friends and family and cake and soft play.


If people were colours, Grier would be a rainbow I have no doubt. 

Your six years on the planet have been my most colourful ever and I am so grateful for you everyday. You make hard things easier. You make grey skies seem blue somehow. You remind me to do what I love and love what I do.

Happy Six Grier


And bonus baby Grier picture because my hasn't she grown?

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Summer Days

I had great plans to blog every week during the summer holidays. And then I remembered I had three kids.

So a roundup of the last 7 weeks will have to do. Featuring 3 of the best kids in the whole world. As declared by me, myself and I.


The kids only went back to school at the beginning of the week and already the less desirable parts of the summer holidays are fading like my tan. I mean it's just one big, long request for food isn't it? With squabbles and dirty floors and so. much. dirty. washing. And days out and days in and so many smiles and giggles and squeals. And learning to share and care and not having a clue what day of the week it is. All of these things are good. All good.

Croeso i Cymru

North Wales is beautiful. 

My fears that it would take forever to get there proved to be entirely unfounded. We left early, made one stop for a play and food. We found the cottage we stayed in pretty quickly despite it being several miles from the closest hamlet and not appearing on satellite navigation because it wasn't actually situated on a road but on a rocky dirt track a good mile from the nearest farm house.

This took my rural dreams to a whole new level. There was literally nothing and no-one except livestock for miles around. And the minute we walked through the door our shoulders dropped several inches. The kids spent the whole week mostly naked, we barbecued, we had epic water fights. We watched the sun set. We ate blue ice cream. And we beached hard. It rained, And the sun shone. And then it rained. Repeat.

We saw a lot of castles, found lots of jelly fish, spent our holiday money on giant bugs and oil pastels. Visited the aquarium and the Welsh Mountain Zoo. Played arcade games on Llandudno pier, bought smooth shiny shells, ate a lot of welsh cakes and built many, many sandcastles. Next round of photos expected soon.