Queen Convention

George's second year at the Queen Convention in Great Yarmouth - the highlight of which for him is the zip wire in the playground. But there was also the machines on the Pier, a game of ten-pin bowling, and a night at the Dogs.

Derby Kilomarathon

Another run for Daddy, another supporter's club outing for Mummy and George. But we got to stay in a nice hotel, so we weren't complaining. Except that George woke up with a crick in his neck which was very distressing for a couple of hours, but got a little better when we found the Disney Store.

Brighton Half Marathon

A trip to the seaside to cheer Daddy on as he ran past. Although George was frankly more interested in the sandpit and the prospect of lunch. And there don't seem to be any photos

Blackberry Wood Bus

We've had our eye on Blackberry Wood for a while - it's on the "cool campsites" list and always booked up about a year in advance for summer holidays and weekends. The camping pitches are little glades among the trees, and each comes with its own firepit (a rarity in camping circles these days, and probably one of the things that makes it so popular.)



But the thing that I really liked the look of was the converted double-decker bus which you can stay in. So when we happened to spot a free weekend on the website, we went for it. George, unsurprisingly, was extremely excited when we told him we were going to sleep on a bus. And here it is:

Inside, the downstairs is the kitchen/dining room. Upstairs is the bedroom

and lounge area. It was surprisingly cosy, considering the time of year.

It was a very windy weekend - not great when you are trying to sleep on the top deck of a double decker bus, but perfect for flying the Spiderman kite Daddy got in his work's Secret Santa.

For some reason Daddy felt the need to have a fire in front of the bus. George and Mummy watched from the kitchen, with the electric heater on full.

Just Another Day in Space.

George has new pyjamas - Buzz Lightyear pyjamas. At the moment they are his clear favourites and he hates it when they are in the wash and he can't wear them. And here he is doing something that would be alien to most Space Rangers (geddit?) He's making his own bath bombs. Just to prove that he is still very much in touch with his feminine side. And because he likes it when they fizz.

The Best Birthday Party in the World Ever!

The children of North Wales don't know how lucky they are. In Mold there is a sweet shop which also has what in London would be called a Ceramics Cafe. And they do Birthday Parties! I can't imagine anything better (but maybe that says more about me than anything else.)

Nanny Nette and Grandad Ron very kindly arranged for George to have his 4th Birthday Party here, and even found children to invite - Mold not being particularly local for anyone George knows in London. And a good time was had by all.

This is only part one of the fun-packed afternoon: painting personalised glass jars with glass paints. Then it's off to the sweet shop to fill up your jar with whatever you fancy from the groaning shelves. More painting follows - this time, something wooden. Then it's all about the food - a slushie drink, a pancake, and ice cream. Plus of course the birthday cake moment:

At the end of the party all the children have a go on a pin ball machine where you get to keep the ball. And as if that wasn't enough, when the party bags came out they were each accompanied by a big bag of candy floss and a little bag of popcorn.

Now if only it was a bit closer to home, I'd have my next birthday party there.

Birth Minute Photo!

Isn't he lovely?