Leaving On A Jet Plane, Again.

“I miss your brother,” Freya commented about an hour after we dropped him back at his hotel.  He had flown to Holland from the US on business and had popped over to Norwich for two days on his way back. We’d had a lovely time with him but, knowing it will be a while before … Continue reading Leaving On A Jet Plane, Again.

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Turning Five, Finally.

“Who are important people?” Freya asked the other day. It was ridiculously hot and we were sat on deckchairs on our balcony, trying to cool down. As her question was a bit out of the blue I thought for a few seconds and then said: “The prime minister, doctors and nurses, suffragettes...erm....” “What about Barry Scott?” … Continue reading Turning Five, Finally.

Our First Family Road Trip To Wales.

While I love living in Norfolk, my head has well and truly been turned by North Wales - especially the hills. Oh, the hills. We’re just back from a trip to the wild, wild west and it feels a little like I left something behind - possibly some fingernails from gripping on to anything and … Continue reading Our First Family Road Trip To Wales.

A Trip Down Memory Lane at Ipswich Museum.

I drove by my grandad’s old house, simply because I could. Usually when we go back to my home town of Ipswich it’s just for a couple of hours to visit my parents or, even when we go back for several days, we have plans. There's normally no time for a trip down memory lane … Continue reading A Trip Down Memory Lane at Ipswich Museum.