Another brilliant place we visited this summer was Trebah Garden. We’d never been before, but Granny and Grandad have been several times over the years and had repeatedly said how hard it was to decide whether they preferred Trebah Garden or Glendurgan Garden. We thought it was time to see Trebah Garden for ourselves.
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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…
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.
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!
Slightly worn down from a wet and cool and windy Scottish summer we felt the time was right to go in search of some sun in early September. Montenegro here we come!
Places we always meant to go to but never quite managed to visit feature prominently in our blog. There must be at least half a dozen of them if not more.
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
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!
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.
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.
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.
Life has been pretty hectic, what with work, house renovations and starting school for James. So for once our first port of call on our trip out West to Fort William wasn’t cycling or canoeing but a day at the beach. The lovely golden empty beach at Morar was the perfect antidote for a busy few weeks.