Just a fifteen minute drive away and with an annual pass in my pocket, it’s safe to say we spend a lot of time at Chester Zoo. BB loves sitting in his pram and being passed snacks as we wonder round. CK loves the animals and also the increased potential of an ice cream featuring at some point in his afternoon. And I love having a few minutes peace and quiet just to walk and think. It’s a win for everyone.
But the thing I love the most – and sorry animals, it’s not you – is what I call the Garden of Requirement, also known as The Queen Elizabeth II Silver Jubilee Garden. I can never remember where exactly this garden is but much like the Room of Requirement in Harry Potter, it seems to appear when I need it the most.
Just a few miles from our house, set amidst the North Wales countryside with views over the coastline, is the most amazing farm shop. It’s full of yummy delights and always smells temptingly of fresh coffee and cake. With a play fort outside, it really is a lovely place to spend an hour or two. So we do. Every week.
A couple of weeks ago, as we turned in to the car park, we were greeted by the towering sight of an old fashioned helter skelter. Cue excited amazement from CK, eyes-wide at the red and white swirls and even wider as he spotted a slide curling around the outside.
These are quite possibly the grainiest, most out of focus shots that I have ever taken. But I think they might be my favourites.
They’re pictures that completely sum up my boys right now … cheeky, mischievous, the best of friends, troublesome, brothers.
Is it just me that’s dreaming of sunshine? Of a getaway? Spending my evenings flicking through the First Choice brochure looking longingly at sandy beaches and pool bars. Picturing myself bikini-clad (and two stone lighter), book in hand, cocktail on the little table next to my sun lounger, kids splashing happily in the water with their papa.
I think I do this every year. March means the start of Spring and with it, I always hope for warmer weather. And I’m always disappointed. Shouldn’t the end of Winter signify the start of short-sleeve season? Apparently not, it seems. So I dream of desert islands and faraway shores instead.
When we moved back from Switzerland before Christmas, as transportation costs were extortionate, we didn’t bring at lot back with us because it worked out cheaper to replace most things.
While Paul focused on the more practical items like a step ladder and a lawn mower, all I could think about was the potential to purchase some new cups and saucers.
And I found them somewhere that I never expected … the London Transport Museum Shop.