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.
Articles in Category: Beside the Seaside
When I posted a photo of Tarbat Ness Lighthouse on Facebook a few days ago my friend Sophie asked - so are you a Ligththouse Chaser? And I emphatically answered NO! But then reviewing all our previous Lighthouse blog posts on here - maybe she has a point!
After slurping their soup in record time, the Little Trekkers were chomping at the bit to get back to the water. A quick glance across to the beach revealed that the waves had dropped down on to the sand so we agreed to go and have another look.
After our impromptu Dorset fossil beach experience it was time to return to schedule on the next day. Back on track for the Little Trekker & Co!
Kerry’s brilliantly funny post about letting your little trekkers take over running the camp fires reminded me of some of our beach BBQs this summer. As always with us, it never quite goes to plan…
It's the summer holidays here in NZ and we've been making the most of it by exploring a little further up the Eastern coast and returning to the sea for our first proper surfing session since moving to New Zealand. We drove up to the town of Gisborne, full of history and Captain Cook's famous landing.
A visit to the Outer Hebrides has been on my wish list for a long time, but now we’re back in Scotland the logistics are a lot more manageable.
Last month the intrepid Highlanders found themselves in the very, very ,very far south of the country! Somerset, Dorset and Hampshire!
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.
Whilst the beaches on the Outer Hebrides were pretty amazing we were pretty determined to do something a little bit more exciting than spend our whole holiday on the beach.
We had an epic storm one weekend in August at the caravan. It coincided with spring tides and a particularly low pressure so the tide was really high and unusually, there were pretty decent waves visible from the van on the Sandy Beach.
When he got home from work, I told Jon about our mini adventure with a mini Trangia. The minxes raved about their beach pancakes. So naturally he wanted to try it out himself at the very next opportunity.