23 July 2016

sleeping on a clifftop

There has been a little heatwave here in the UK in the last week, and so amidst the mayhem that is our life right now, we snuck out with our tent and went camping for a few days at a local campsite situated on the edge of a cliff.

From the campsite there is a little pathway that descends to a very remote beach, mostly pebble but with sand at low tide. There is a chine that runs into the sea here, and it creates the perfect place for littluns to play in the stream of fresh water.

The campsite itself (Grange Farm) is quite a popular one, and so it does get really busy. I personally am not a massive fan of the layout and perfect lawn, but the location and views are definitely worth it! Out of season this place must be amazing right on the edge of the cliff (bit breezy though).
There is a well stocked shop, and a great playground that is a big hit with all the littles.

It's little L's first time camping and amazingly he slept 12 hours straight through the night! (I think our daughter was the same too). He loves looking around at all that's going on, so being in a busy campsite was perfect for him. We bought along the little tepee and bouncy chair so that he could sit outside without getting sun stroke.

Our caravan is very nearly finished (sadly not in time for the heatwave!) so hope to get out and about in that too. We are working our backsides off to get it done, needless to say, we are knackered, but SO excited!!

1 July 2016

tiny tot's indoor camping

We haven't had much free time of late what with one thing and another, and the summer is quickly passing us by. We haven't been camping yet this summer, the weather has not been very enticing in the UK and we have been just too knackered! We are working on our caravan a couple of days a week (whenever we get a spare few hours) so that we can go camping in it straight away. I think it will be a few weeks before it is ready.
I recently bought one of these canvas teepees that I keep seeing everywhere. I like the idea that they are so quick to put up (and take down once the tots are bored of it). The littluns had an afternoon of indoor camping which they seemed to enjoy.

I gave her some led candles, kindling and some log cushions for fire making.
Our three month old really loved watching his big sister.

After dinner around the campfire, it was story time.

...and then amazingly, they both fell asleep for 3.5 hours. Think we'll be doing this again!

In other news, we tried weaving, 

but she got bored after three rows : |

...and played with googly eyes instead.

26 June 2016

A little note to my dear EU friends...

Goodness me! I can't let this huge change in our country pass by without mentioning it on my blog in my own mumbling, simpleton way ; )

I just wanted to communicate to the rest of the world, how I feel...because I feel somewhat ashamed of the direction in which the UK is going. In fact there may not even be a UK for much longer, which totally scares me.

I'm not much of a political person. I never thought I'd say that I am proud of this country.

I was born and grew up on the Isle of Wight, until I was 18 years old, I met very few people from other cultures, even the tourists back then were mostly northern white Brits.

I loved going to London when I was young, the vibe and the energy was like a magnet to me. People were all different and wore amazing clothes. Driving through Brixton with the music and wafts of foods and exhaust fumes seeping through the windows was so fascinating.

I moved to London in my early 20s and lived in an eight roomed shared house in Camberwell. I lived in that house for five years, with housemates changing regularly, I lived with so many different nationalities!

I learnt SO much about myself, the world and what I liked about the Britain that I used to detest as a teenager.
Next to our house was a corner shop where I used to scrape up my meagre wage to buy dinner each night and buy my travel card to get to work. It was run by two Sri Lankan brothers, and we all became good friends and I loved asking them about their life back home, why they were here and what they thought of Britain.
'It's freedom, we feel safe here, and everybody gets on' they would say, and it made me feel all proud and gooey at 22 years old.
Next door to the corner shop was the Indian Takeaway, I frequented this place a lot too, on days that I felt particularly flush (payday). My first taste of Indian food was from here and (being a veggie) my brain almost burst with the wonderful flavours happening in my mouth!
They also employed a young Thai man who cooked up mouth watering Thai food, wow! How lucky we are in the UK I thought.

I lived in London for about 15 years, my main adult life, it shaped how I am. If I had lived my whole life on the Isle of Wight, I don't know if I would have become the person that I am now?

So many of my friends are from other EU countries that I struggle to think of even a few who are actually born here.
Yet we could enjoy a Sunday down the pub, having a roast lunch, with five or six different nationalities. All enjoying the ambiance and the general pub banter, fluently, in English and with an understanding of the English language that would leave a lot of British born speakers behind (including myself). I learnt a lot about Europe, and I felt European.
I absorbed a lot of their positivity about Britain.

Those friends have been working in medicine, the arts, architecture, mental health, financial sector, freelancers, small business owners and education. Contributing so much to the country they loved enough to leave their own for.

The EU to me is a whole lot more important than just the economy. It symbolises a commitment to be International, integrated and a free and kind nation of people who want to help others and work together, and in return, benefit from the rich diverse culture that has now evolved.

Our own little internet business can sell and send parcels to any country in the EU as easy and as quickly as sending to the home counties. We dreamt of moving our business to a nice warm Mediterranean country when we got old. I loved that freedom to dream.

My children's father is an immigrant, we run a business that pays corporation tax, business rates etc...and employs over four British nationals, and utilises numerous British based companies. All of whom also pay tax on their salary/payments from us. We are just a miniscule plankton like business in the ocean of UK businesses. 'Immigrants coming over here, taking our jobs'...should be 'Immigrants coming over here, making our jobs'. I cringe at the ease and familiarity of the nationalistic tone coming across in the media. It is scary. It is full of toxic falseness. Too many people claim to hate people who they have never met.

I, like so many people I know, are not angry or bitter or resentful of the out come of the EU referendum, I simply feel sad. I need time to grieve for the loss, and the loss of what my children could have had. Goodbye EU, I think we should have appreciated you more when we had you, and thank you for teaching me how to be a European and be proud of my own nationality too.

Disclaimer: These are my own thoughts.
I am happy to agree to disagree with people I know and people who might read this on the internet. The world would truly be a boring place if we all agreed, wouldn't it?

Health, peace and happiness to all x

p.s. yes I know my spelling and grammer is atrocious!