Today was a beach day. We went to Hamble, and I took my camera. I’m going to go back at twilight one day and take photographs of the refinery at Fawley, across the water, all lit up.
I wore my beautiful new boots.
Elliot enjoyed picking up enormous rocks and bits of concrete and lobbing them into the sea.
Someone put a stick in the sand and I liked it.
A dinky shell. Perfect.
There is a WW2 anti aircraft emplacement on the beach
The sky turned a dark grey and the sun shone through the clouds. Snap, snap.
If you’re not from round these parts (said in true Hampshire Hog accent), then you probably wouldn’t have heard of Whiteley. It’s a little place just off junction 9 of the M27, between Southampton and Portsmouth, that consists of a housing development, a leisure centre, a business park, and a brand new shopping centre.
I was invited to check it out a couple of days before it officially opened to the public. Go and look round a shopping centre, without hoards of other people, AND get lunch thrown in for good measure? Don’t mind if I do, thanks.
I’d never been to Whiteley before, but the first Good Thing I discovered is that the shopping centre is really easy to find. Even for someone like me, who gets somewhat panicky about directions.
Honestly! Getting lost in Farnborough whilst trying to pick up Roo’s birthday present put me right on edge. I had to stop in at Mummy Barrow’s house for a cuppa and a natter to get me back on track. But anyway, I digress.
So here’s a nice thing to do on a Sunday.
Today we celebrated my father-in-law’s birthday by being outdoorsy. We drove to St Catherine’s Hill in Winchester, climbed up to the top, and flew a kite.
Incidentally, we picked this kite up from Aldi a few weeks ago. Best random find ever! We bought two – this one and a stunt kite.
It was good and windy at the top of the hill. Both the kids had fun running around, and in Elliot’s case, jumping in cow pats. Charming boy. I think, however, Ross and I were more enamoured with our kite than the kids were.
There is a labyrinth at the top of the hill as well, which the kids enjoyed.
After we’d had enough of flying kites and gazing down at the M3, we walked down the hill, along part of the Itchen Navigation path, back to the car and to a pub in Twyford for lunch.
Lovely Sunday was lovely. Back to school for my girl tomorrow. Hello, 6:30am starts, how I have missed you*
*this may not be true.
Some of our friends were camping in the New Forest at the weekend, and invited us along for laughs and chatter around a fire on Saturday night. We decided this would be an amazing adventure for the children, so, after dinner, we bundled them into the car, made a quick pitstop for marshmallows and beer and headed off to the woods.
Even though it was well past their usual bedtimes when we arrived, it was still light and the children were both raring to go. The campfire was lit, and lots of attention was lavished upon them, giving Ross and I a chance to chat and relax a little.
Today we drove out to Winchester for a yomp with our friend Chix, and the kids, at Farley Mount. I had never been before and Ross kept harping on about a horse that fell into a chalk pit, so I didn’t really know what to expect. But it turns out Farley Mount is a GREAT place to take adventurous children.
This afternoon Ross and I bundled our brood into the car and drove out to Lepe to get a bit of sea air in their little lungs.
We met up with a friend and his son, played with our kids at the playground, and scrambled about on the shingle.
The tide was right out, and despite our vastly inappropriate footwear, Roo and I navigated the little rockpools and skirted around the slippery sea weed to hunt for crabs and pretty shells.
We found both.