During our visit Down South for the Easter holidays, Midi ‘Owly Girl’ Minx was taken on a huge treat by her grandparents: a visit to the English School of Falconry Bird of Prey and Conservation Centre near Wilstead in Bedfordshire. It turned out to be a fantastic day for us all.
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We had a Sunday out recently at Wicken Fen in Cambridgeshire. This is a reserve managed by the National Trust. There are trails to follow – some short (and completely on boardwalk) and other longer ones. The reserve is seen as a haven for bird and other wildlife.
With Dom getting himself a new job over at Liverpool University, our latest big adventure has been selling our house in Norwich. Though I’m not sure if you were to ask James and Jarvis they would agree and would definitely consider it more of a challenge.
Oliver and visited one of our favourite haunts at the weekend – Graveley Fruit Farm near Stevenage. I’ve been going there since I was a child to pick strawberries, raspberries and other soft fruit. When we moved back to Hertfordshire nearly three years ago, this was one of the places that I was very keen to rediscover.
We made the most of the recent cold snowy snap by getting creative outside. I saw the idea for this ice candleholder on the internet. We’ve made an ice mobile before so this was a new take on the idea.
The Sunday morning bike ride is a tradition in our family. Usually, it’s a chance for either myself or my husband to escape for a couple of hours and enjoy some child-free time pedalling up and down the hills of Hertfordshire.
The HQ of the RSPB is in Sandy, Bedfordshire (just off the A1), surrounded by nature reserve on heathland. We visited The Lodge last week and loved what we found.
Every July, my Duke of Edinburgh Award participants do a session that we call ‘navigating without a map’. It’s one of my favourite and most interesting sessions of the year!
Well yesterday was certainly a day for special birthdays, not only did Little Trekkers turn 10 but it was James’ 1st birthday too. I really can’t believe how quickly the year has gone, it seems like only yesterday we were bringing him home from hospital. So while he was napping I got a bit teary eyed and took a trip down memory lane, looking through all his baby photos.
The Olympic torch finally made it over to East Anglia the other week and after reading everybody’s blogs and seeing how much fun they had, we decided we had to go and see it for ourselves. We couldn’t make it when it was in Norwich, our home town, so headed down the road to see it at Southwold.
Sunday was the day that the Olympic torch was travelling through Hertfordshire. Oliver has been learning about the Olympics at school so was very keen to see it. The torch wasn’t coming through where we live (except on its bus) so went to Norton to see it. This involved a walk from my parents where we could park.