As it turned out, there were lots of lovely places to eat in Crail. There was even a lobster BBQ right down by Crail's harbour in a little shack. But by the time we got there only one lobster was left in its bubbling big outdoor tank, so we headed to the first place we found - a tearoom and gallery, inside a 17th Century fisherman’s cottage cellar.
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 ….
Every child should get the chance to found a country! Definitely a rite of passage! Corwin's chance came a couple of weeks ago during a late Friday afternoon & evening fishing and BBQ picnic on Loch Assynt - let us present Corwindium!
When I imagine a great day in the canoe, I tend to think of stunning scenery, secret islands, blue skies, and reflections in mirror-calm water. Blue skies are harder to come by than stunning scenery and secret islands, but mirror-calm water is a rare event. I can count on two hands the number of times I’ve canoed on mirror-calm water.
Beware this blog post is NOT about ducks! No disrespect to ducks of course but this is about our adventure meeting some other amazing feathery creatures and the people looking after them and training them...
The minxes had such a good sleep on their first camping trip of the year that they didn’t wake up till 7am – a luxurious lie-in! That morning, I really noticed how grown-up and responsible they’d quietly become.
The view of Stanage Edge is surely one of the iconic images of British climbing. Not for nothing is she known as the Queen of Grit. James tells me that he vividly remembers his first glimpse of Stanage. I vividly recall his reaction: as we approached from Hathersage and the Edge reared up out of the landscape, like the ramparts of a great castle, James’s jaw dropped. He spoke in soft, reverent tones: “Wow. Just wow. Are we going to climb there, Mummy?”
I don’t know about your Little Trekkers, but mine have all reached an age when they care deeply about the aesthetics of the clothes they wear rather than how they function. The right logo or fashionable shape of hood is suddenly more important than whether a jacket is waterproof (!) Naively I’d believed that, bar a couple of years when Mini refused to wear anything non-purple, that they’d be immune to the whims of fashion. Silly me!
Work and kids’ activities have been getting in the way of us going camping this year, so I made a determined stand: I blocked off a weekend in June on the Big Family Calendar and said that we were going camping then, come rain, shine or tornadoes
In a post last year called 'The River Wild', I explained how we had realised that before long we would have to expand into two canoes to be able to take Little Sister with us and allow James and Little Brother to become front paddlers in their own right. A stepping stone towards this was for me to get used to paddling at the stern.
We have always lived by the coast and have a healthy respect for the sea. However, on a recent visit to Pourere Beach, near the Te Angi Angi Marine Reserve, even we got caught out by the tides.
I realised after my last post that you might have been wondering why Maxi had taken a plastic washing up basin with her on our walk around the burn and the woods. Well, it’s because we discovered on a recent walk that a light-coloured basin was much better for observing water-creatures than a fishing net, both in terms of not disturbing the creatures, as well as speed, ease and visibility: