Answer: Having a sister with a farm in the Dordogne!
Especially a sister and partner who are diversifying their farm into a B&B and glamping site. The glampsite so far consists of muddy squares in the ground – four massive tents with wooden floors, woodstoves and rustic box beds are still confined to the pages of the brochure, due to open in July – but the B&B guest room is rather nice thank you very much, and it was just for me and Mr Suburbanite. The children shared with their cousins in the farmhouse.
It’s six months now since we’ve had this beautiful new addition to our family:
We call her ‘Holly’, as she supports Mini Holland
…and a hundred blog posts could not convey to you the myriad ways in which it has enriched our lives. But here’s an attempt. Continue reading
Here is Glasgow’s very own Duke of Wellington.
This particular cone is probably due for replacement
That is a traffic cone on his head, yes. Continue reading
Here in Enfield we’re basking in the warm glow that can only be created – especially in the depths of February – by a council approving the first part of a local Mini Holland scheme!
Hurrah! Green Lanes (aka the A105) is approved. Each side of the road will have a two-metre, semi-segregated cycle lane …one that doesn’t peter out at junctions or bus stops or anywhere a little bit tricky … and provide an actually rather quite safe way to cycle all the way from the North Circular to Enfield Town. That’s one part of the scheme approved, and four to go. A cleaner, greener Enfield is in sight. Continue reading
I often find that, ironically, the most blogworthy periods of my life leave me no time for blogging. That was certainly the case in the run up to Christmas, when I neglected family, friends and church for the Mini Holland cause – Continue reading
So, the Cutester is now 9.
I know from previous experience, in the form of her older sister, that there is a vast gulf between 8 and 9. The truth was forced on me when I took the Redster to H&M Kids just after she’d turned 9 herself, and we found the shop divided into 0-8s … and 9-14s. I had to walk past all the Hello Kitty nighties and stripy tights and buy my little girl clothes from the teenage section. I was traumatised.
Everyone was out trying their new wheels when we went to Cardiff Bay yesterday Continue reading
This is the baby who was found, with his umbilical cord still attached, in the manger of a church nativity scene in New York City. Continue reading
Half term adventure in Wales: visiting Llancaiach Fawr – and even learning to pronounce it. (Say Clan, say Kayak, make Welsh phlegmy noise at back of throat, say Vow, make Welsh r-rolling noise with tongue, finish.)
This is one of those historical houses staffed with actual people from the 1600s, wearing doublet and hose and saying things like aye and nay and fare thee well. I love this sort of thing. (It may not be as trendy as immersive theatre but at £22 for a family ticket it’s a darn sight cheaper.) It was, we were told, the year 1645, the Civil War was raging and Colonel Prichard, the Puritan master of the house, was about to try a woman for witchcraft above stairs, if we would care to attend? Continue reading
Since I last posted, I seem to have taken up ‘vehicular cycling’.