I thought it would be a great idea if we went to Wimpole Farm today. They were having a kite making session and it was certainly windy enough to fly a kite. Wonder Boy and Girl have been harassing me all day to take them to the park to ride their bikes but I thought KITE making was a more enriching experience. As we left the house I told them with glee, “we’re going kite flying’. My statement was met with semi-glad-ish curiosity. “Can we take our bikes along with us” they asked. “No” I said. That should have been my first hint that this kite flying escapade was not their idea of fun. We only had an hour to get there before the session was over but with dogged determination I made way for the motor way. Twenty minutes was all the Satnav said, I was sure we’d be there in fifteen.
As I pulled up to Wimpole Estate there was a queue of cars eating into our hour. We eventually got into the car park, passed some delightful sheep.
Then we were assigned a space by a parking attendant with only fifty minutes to spare. As I didn’t think this would be enough time for kite making, I decided to entice them with a walk round the estate but called it “exploring”. That suggestion was met with, “if only we had brought our bikes”. So I said, “ok, let’s explore and when we get home we’ll see if it’s warm enough to go bike riding”. With semi acquiescence, we were off to explore the beautiful grounds. By now you’re guessing this trip was all about me. It was MY ideal day out. My son frowned throughout but I was determined to the defy the temptation to rebuke him. I marched up the stairs to Wimpole Hall, a beautiful National Trust mansion, and the view from the top was breathtaking.
Sadly my iPad does not do it justice. We walked into the Hall but we didn’t have enough time to explore to justify paying so I decided we’d do that another day. Much to my surprise, Wonder Boy was interested in going though the house but unfortunately not on this occasion. So I promised we’d be back. We walked towards the restaurant and bookshop and saw some children playing with some kites. I coaxed mine to see if they wanted to catch the tail end of the craft session, but still no movement. You can also tell I don’t give up easily.
Outside was a queue for a tractor ride to the farm and since it was free, the ride not the farm, I thought let’s give it a go. Only Wonder girl was interested.
We saw the sheep again (I like nature) and ended up at the entrance of the farm which had a lovely pond with ducks and geese I think. The smells put off the kids so we didn’t look round the farm plus I think we had to have paid somewhere anyway. Not sure what sort of smells they were expecting from a farm though.
We took the same tractor back to the hall and set off home. Of course I got asked if they could ride their bikes when we got home. I said well we don’t always get the chance to go to Wimpole farm, but your bikes are always there and we can ride them anytime. Wonder Boy replies, “that’s what you always say but we never get to ride our bikes”. And he was right. They have not fully mastered bike riding, so I always leave it till when their dad has spare time to do it but as he’s a student at moment, that time is very rare.
I thought, you know what? If I had listened to them all along, we might all have had a nice day out. Sometimes, not all the time but sometimes, it pays to just go with what they want.
At the end of the day, I got a huge hug and thank you for taking them to Wimpole and letting them ride their bikes and to be honest it was actually heart warming watching them have fun.
My sisters and I always had friends over for playdates when we were younger only they weren’t called playdates then. I remember pretending to smoke by rolling up paper filled with talcum powder; emptying a bucket of water and detergent on the floor so we could ‘skate on ice’; jumping off scaffolding next door pretending to be acrobats and so much more. By the look of things my children’s lives are quite sedate. 🙂
They have a friend over and thankfully there’s no rain today so they are out playing football. Oops I spoke too soon. I’ve just seen Wonder Boy charging at his friend with a rake. They must be playing knights then. Not so sedate after all.
We’ve brought out our bubble machine which kids never fail to like.
And there’s cake for later.
And I got flowers.
Now it’s time for popcorn and Winter Olympics. No rest for the wicked. 😉
If the plants and shrubs in my garden could sing, this is what you’ll hear them singing. I have simply been reluctant to tackle our garden and it has suffered neglect as a result.
I’ve been planning to get my friend over to help me out. (as I mentioned in Blackberry Crush) However due to our garden being a mini version of the amazon forest, I thought I’d better clear it up first. The weird thing is that I am interested in gardening, always have been since I studied Agricultural Science for O’levels. My teacher was so inspiring that for a while I wanted to be a farmer.
Never mind a farm now, I’ll settle for a tidy garden.
First things first. We needed to get the garden cleared and looking more habitable for humans rather than for beasts of the forest. Thankfully you can always pay someone to do that 😉 and fortunately the local milkman, also moonlights as a gardener. I know! So we are now able to get someone who knows what he is doing to help us maintan a decent garden. Our garden must be singing ‘I’ve been kissed but I never knew love like this’.
As life would have it, I got a crash course in planting when my friend gave my children two strawberry plants. She thought they would love them after they picked strawberries from her garden in July.
I was thinking, what exactly am I meant to do with them? I tried to give them back by saying I’ve never planted before. Didn’t work. She simply said I should put them in a bigger pot or plant them in the ground. I interpreted that as it’s not that difficult. So I took them and attempted to plant them.
First we (we being I whilst my children watched) identified where we would plant them, after days of sitting forlorn on the kitchen windowsill. Then we proceeded to dig a hole with a small shovel I found in the shed.
I’m afraid the hole doesn’t look as deep as it actually was.
Then we plant them.
Next year we should know if I did it right or not and hopefully the garden will be singing , ‘I’m still standing; yeah, yeah, yeah!!!’ 🙂
Next on the agenda are some sunflower seeds which I think should have been planted in June. Oops!