Hi, my name is Willow, I am 5 1/2 years old and love being outside. Most of my adventures involve Woody, my old VW Campervan and my 6 month old Airedale puppy named Martha. We go for lots of walks in the New Forest, my local common, the Seaside, Netley is only a 5 minute drive away from home and Martha walks with me to school everyday too.
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 ….
"Can I come too, Dadi?" was not a phrase we expected from our 7 month old (and in all honesty, we didn't get it) but it was clear that M wanted to join in the fun when Dadi was trying out his new kitesurfing harness.
We are lucky enough to live in Dorset with 3 year old twins, and there are so many free outdoor things to do. My husband and I love sailing and we are determined to introduce Bill and Evie to as much outdoor life as can. This day was the first time they had been out on the dinghy in their new Crewsaver life jackets and they were so proud!
On a recent visit to a nearby woodland we found a quiet corner with a giant old beech tree. As we neared it, the fallen leaves provided gleeful moments of leaf chasing.
One of our favourite spots to spend an afternoon as a family is Tittesworth reservoir in the Peak District National Park. Our last quick visit turned into a whole afternoon playing pirates in the fantastic play area, see photo of Reuben escaping from his little sister, pirate Orla before climbing up into the crow’s nest and checking for sharks.
We've just made the great escape from deepest darkest South London to gorgeous green Devon. We're setting up a smallholding just outside Stockland in East Devon. We've got started with some serious veg patch digging and orchard pruning, and a couple of weeks ago our slightly bald ex-battery chickens moved in too.
That was the reaction my wife and I often got as we hiked St Cuthbert's Way, a 63 mile trail from Melrose in the Scottish Borders to Holy Island on the Northumberland coast. We carried everything on our backs: clothes and waterproofs, a week's supply of nappies, baby food - and Owen, aged 8 months.
January 2011: A beautiful, clear, but very cold day. Went for a walk round the Ribblehead Viaduct. James was more taken by the huge frozen puddles with thick crusts of ice, rather than the soaring splendour of the 24-arch viaduct, until we stood underneath it and he could hear how every sound was magnified.
Team McLean absolutely loved camping at Fisherground, Eskdale. After a rather terrifying drive over Hardknott Pass we arrived safe and sound. The weather wasn't particularly great but our boys don't seem to mind getting wet. There is something a little magical about Fisherground, with an adventure playground, pond complete with tyre rafts and it's very own steam locomotive station it's a family paradise.
Last year Team Thompson made a unanimous holiday decision (after a disastrous long haul flight with two under 3s) that if we couldn't get there by car we wouldn't go... well certainly not for another couple of years. As a result, we have now embraced the world of camping, complete with family tent, blow up beds, portable stove and giant cool box.
Hopefully you will have all thought about summer holidays, and maybe even booked something (it is March if you haven’t so hurry up!). A beach holiday is always a favourite in our house, but not the sort where you spend hours queuing at the airport.