My eldest, Charlie, has an effortless understanding and appreciation for all things engineering and mechanical. When he heard we were going to Ferrari Land, he was over the moon. His drawings and Lego creations have a wonderful aesthetic and he loves to ask questions about the way things work. I’d like to think he is like me, but to be honest I’m finding it harder and harder to answer his technical questions. Lou and Rufus are less into vehicles, but
We’ve been a bit lax these couple of years with taking the kids out on their bikes. Actually, in fairness, they have grown out of their Isla Bikes, and are needing bigger ones. They are after something that will be great for the school commute, plus fun off road in the woods. So after much internet searching, I thought I would share my finds in this kids bike buying guide. Sharing all the factors that I think you need to
Last weekend, we took a trip to The Lake District, a place where I have visited as a child. For the rest of my family the Lakes and it’s mountains were a new and fabulous experience. Its a wonderful thing when you experience something new. Something that feels so natural and intuitive that you wonder how on Earth you’ve ever lived without it. I am of course talking about the Lakes, but also, mainly, enthusing about the Audi Q7, our ride for the
In late September, when the kids were just back at school, I spent a long weekend in Hamburg. The trip coincided with the city’s Reeperbahn music festival, where industry players meet for conferences and up and coming bands play at various venues. I’ve not visited Germany since I was a teenager, and I don’t remember it being so exciting. In June 2016, Monocle magazine rated the city of Hamburg 15th in its annual Quality of Life survey. In fact, of
I grew up in a fairly large village, near Bristol. Every summer my Mum would encourage us to enter our arts and crafts in the village fete. Mum always says… “the Fete needs entries so that it will run again next year.” She has several drawers at home dedicated to rosettes, ribbons and certificates, and there’s always space on the mantle piece for a winner’s cup, or two. The fete is still running, and Mum avidly enters categories spanning baking, painting, drawing,
We went on our first ever family holiday with Charlie about a decade ago. He was less than 6 months old, and we’d only driven about 90 minutes to a camp site on the Gower peninsula in South Wales. We celebrated finally getting him to sleep with a glass(es) of wine, and dreamed of the future. It seems funny now, looking back at it, now that we have two boys. A 10 year old and an energetic 8 year old. We always expected them to
Back in May this year, our beloved workhorse estate car was written off following a bizarre motorway accident. There were no injuries, but we’ve replaced the whale-sized car with a smaller more economical cross over car. The new car is fantastic around town and for short trips away, but when Volvo asked us to take an XC60 on our next road trip, we asked for a roof box and raced to France (obeying all speed limits) to fill it with brocante finds, and sand.
This September, we’ll be eeking out one last family weekend before the kids settle into a new school year. The Good Life Experience is now in its third year. You may remember last years post. Barely a week passes without mention of a story or memory from one of the previous festivals pops up in our family conversations. That time we watched that guy skin a rabbit. That time Tomasina Miers passed us a black Mexican chilli to sniff. That