We all enjoy visiting farms and have done so all over the country; Gorgie City Farm in Edinburgh, Trethorne Farm in Devon and Ashford Farm near Ludlow with Grandad and Granny and Tatton Park nearer to home. The National Trust 50 things
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15. Play in the Snow
We have only had one day of snow this winter on but, luckily, it was on a day when nobody had to work so we went out to play on Tor Hill. Isolde loved it and stayed out with Daddy after Harry wanted to go home! The National Trust 50 things
15. Play in the Snow
Harry enjoyed making a snowman like Olaf; he wasn’t such a fan of walking in the snow though as he felt it was too cold and too wet! The National Trust 50 things
We regularly go for a walk across the road, past the chickens and over the railway bridge. En route, there is a perfect Pooh Sticks Bridge! The National Trust 50 things
29. Explore a Cave
While on holiday in Cornwall, Harry explored Merlin’s Cave with Daddy when we visited Tintagel. Along with Isolde and Uncle Will, they also discovered a Gruffalo cave in Port Isaac. The National Trust 50 things
1. Climb a Tree
Isolde loves to climb trees! She has hugged and climbed trees in many different places including Quarry Bank Mill (pictured) and Uncle Trevor’s garden in Cardiff. I am sure as her legs get longer, she will continue to get more adventurous! The National Trust 50 things
1. Climb a Tree
Harry loves to climb, and trees are no exception! He is keen to climb higher and higher, especially with a little help. The National Trust 50 things
28. Climb a huge hill
One day when I was in work and Harry was in nursery, Isolde and Daddy climbed the whole way to the top of Tor Hill. It is a big hill for a full sized person, but, when you aren’t even two, it is a huge hill! The National Trust 50 things
On a trip to Dunham Massey, we had great fun building a den together with Harry and Isolde taking an active role in moving and placing the logs. The National Trust 50 things
Diary of an Unfit Mother
Yesterday was quite the milestone; I ran five kilometres for the first time since I tried to run after Harry was born, when I started straight back with 10 kilometres and promptly injured myself. On puffing back to the house, with a stupid degree of pride, I decided it was something worth blogging about: ‘The […]