We have shared our previous foraging adventures over the last few years - ranging from chanterelles to blaeberries/bilberries - rowanberries - birch sap ...
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 ….
When camping for the first time in 2017 I suddenly remembered we had never written about our last trip in 2016 ... and it was such a fabulous experience that I must set that right!
As spring approaches fast we better clear our backlog of winter adventures - although, would anybody really notice if we wear winter clothes in June in a story located in Scotland? Anyway - back to the story ... about trying to catch some razor clams in February!
In our local community woodland we have a 'twigloo' - much admired recently rebuilt - and getting a bit small now for Corwin. It has long been our plan to build our very own twigloo on the croft and so when we had a rather quiet Sunday afternoon ahead of us recently we decided this was the time to finally have a go.
Wakeboarding is one of those sports I've always associated with noisy boats blasting up and down, akin to Jet Skis - terrorising the peace of the water with petrol and roaring engines. However, one of our local lakes has a marvellous set up which uses cable pulleys on its training lake. No noise and completely controlled by the operator to go slow, fast or stop depending on what stage of beginner you are. And we truly were beginner level!
Jon and I have been spending weekends outdoors with the minxes for 11 years now. You’d think that by now the girls would be quite accustomed to spending all day outside, going on long walks, exploring and having adventures. You would, wouldn’t you? Alas no. We generally spend our weekends trying hard to persuade 3 girls to set foot outside for ‘just a few minutes’ when they’d much rather loaf around reading. Then arguing with them. Then ordering them outdoors. I hang my head in shame, but I’m sure I’m not alone.
It's March and of course that means we have to share our obligatory start of season fishing adventure! This year the first day was a weekday - and not great weather - so only the most hardy in the family ventured out. But the fist weekend of the season was just nice enough to lure me out too for a full family-fishing adventure.
As winter turns to spring, we Teagues are beginning to plan for Summer 2017. One of the highlights of last summer was definitely our church camping weekend at Tollymore Forest, home to Ashley’s favourite kayaking river – the glorious Shimna!
Waking up in Brixham – on a beautiful day and with church bells ringing out across the harbour – was magical. Rather than being wracked with guilt at ‘cheating’, I felt quite liberated, and ready to continue my new, more relaxed approach to our adventure!
Last month we found ourselves down south again - the joyous occasion of picking up our new puppy Trix from Middlesbrough meant we spent a few days in North Yorkshire and places on the way.
We’ve passed Edzell Castle many times en-route to Glenesk, scene of our (many) epic adventures and disasters. Despite the pull of Queen’s Well, Loch Lee, Rapunzel’s Castle (Invermark) and Mount Keen, Midi flat-out refuses now to go anywhere near Glenesk.
Before settling down for the night in Charmouth, I had given myself a good talking to for having ‘confused’ numbers such as 56 and 59 with much smaller numbers such as 40. I had looked again at the route for the following day, established that Brixham was 54 miles away, which would mean setting off at half-past nine, and had given myself another good talking to.