What’s better than having a farm in the Dordogne?

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.


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What would Jesus drive? II

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!


Borrowed from Single Track World

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

The end is nigh

So, the Cutester is now 9.

Ffion 9 birthday cake

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.
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A day out with the Slimy Stuarts

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.)

Llancaiach Fawr Bedroom

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