Well, so far I am a huge fan of Pokémon Go. Who would have thought that a screen-based game could generate so much active travel? Continue reading
So the whole point of getting the tandem was NOT using the car for short journeys, but that doesn’t always work.
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:
…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.
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