We first visited the Hop Shop at Castle Farm in July when its fields were awash with purple bloom and the scent of lavender laced the air. It was a little part of Kent I had wanted to visit for some time as I had visions of my daughter and I skipping through a violet haze…
Continue reading ➞ Out and about in Kent; a visit to the Hop Shop at Castle Farm
Age 5 and my daughter had expressly narrowed down her princess of choice to Elsa. Or Anna. Just anything Frozen really. Except Kristoff. Like any self-respecting mother and child of that time we overdosed on it until no more could be taken, and we had to well and truly Let it Go. However, before the…
Five year old Moo wouldn't be caught dead in a pirate costume like her four year old self fancifully was. No, five year old Moo thought pirates were for babies and princesses were for big girls...you know, 'regal' and all that. Moo's favourite thing of all time around that age (for years really) was dressing…
My little one turned ten recently (have I mentioned that yet?!) and I am sat here with a well deserved G&T after the whirlwind of throwing yet another birthday party. Over the years I have been asked lots - accompanied by looks of horror - about why I always choose to throw birthday parties at…
Continue reading ➞ OO-AARR me hearties! Throwing a pirate party!
I bloody love autumn. It's the 'twist and turn' season where everything falls, turns the most triumphant shades of orange and gold and then gets whipped up by blustery winds in a grand finale before the silence of winter descends. I never used to like autumn as it's the prelude to winter (of which I…
The Sound of Motherhood 