I would have loved to have seen the Poppies when they were at the Tower of London so I was really pleased to hear they were coming to Belfast.
Little Trekkers Ambassadors
We must have the best customers in the World. They have been telling us for years about all the great things they get out and do with their families and we thought it was about time the World knew about it. This is not a ‘Places to go with the kids’ resource in a traditional sense. There’s lots of good websites out there already that can tell you the opening times and entry costs into the many hundreds of attractions that there are across the country.
This is about real experiences, in real places, by real families who get out there in this magnificent country of ours and do stuff. Great stuff! Stuff that you will look back on and remember for the rest of your life. Places that you may never have thought to go, things that you may never have thought to do. Told by those who have been there and done it, and want to pass it on to inspire other families to do the same. These are our Little Trekkers Ambassadors. They lead the way ….
Batsford Arboretum is a firm favourite with our Little Trekkers. More compact than Westonbirt and Stourhead, it has an intimate and welcoming atmosphere, and you really do feel at liberty to wander amongst the trees. Set on a hillside with superb views over the surrounding countryside, it’s a fantastic setting.
If you ever plan to visit Aberdeenshire, come in the autumn! It’s the one dry (ish) season and the whole countryside bursts into brilliant colour in one final blaze before winter sets in. But do remember your wellies – this is Scotland, after all, so ‘dry’ is just a relative term. And so this is the perfect time of year for Mini to test a pair of Bogs wellies!
After our first one and a half lazy days of exploring Kotor it was time to shift a gear and aim for some real little trekking.
So for the past few years we have been going to the local bonfire night, there is usually one in the village and the kids can muck around with their friends in the mud. I guess the muddy mess might have been easier to contain with new Bogs as waterproof footwear but it was not to be! This year however the whole of Lochaber failed to get a license to run any bonfire event! Strange. The nearest one was a 1 ½ hours drive away in either Oban or Inverness!
During the Easter holidays, it became clear that Little Sister was no longer content to be left behind when we went canoeing, and that both boys were ready to take a more active role. The time had come to expand into two open canoes.
Have you had holidays where you saw an attraction signposted just as you were heading the other way or were in a hurry to move on? This happened to us with Lipa Cave near Cetinje.
Slightly worn down from a wet and cool and windy Scottish summer we felt the time was right to go in search of some sun in early September. Montenegro here we come!
“Look at this picture, Mummy! I wish we could go there again. It was amazing!” James was showing me a photo of the famous maze at the National Trust’s Glendurgan Garden. Normally, when he says something like this, I have to smile sympathetically and explain that the place is just too far away to visit. But since we were actually in Cornwall, it was very easy to make a small boy very happy.
At the beginning of autumn we’d gone on a thoroughly enjoyable Ranger-led walk at dusk through some woodland. We’d spotted bats swooping and tracked them with some handheld detectors the Ranger had given us; we’d heard owls and (a little alarmingly when you can barely see) some bees somewhere nearby in a tree.
Something we lack a bit in the northwest are those beautiful cathedral like woods with tall stretching beech trees. Of course in the autumn nothing much can beat a cold walk with the leaves gently tumbling down to the ground and the smell of snow in the air.
Sometimes, being a mother is like being a detective: you have to decipher lots of clues to work out what’s going on. So it was when Little Brother asked if we to go ‘to the place with the moat’. Given that we were actually in Cornwall at the time, once I’d put my ‘little grey cells’ to work and deduced that he meant ‘St Michaels’ Mount’, it was very easy to make a small boy very happy indeed.