A few weeks ago, Laurence’s parents treated the family to lunch at Hauser & Wirth Somerset, in Bruton, to celebrate a birthday. It’s a modern art gallery and restaurant with a truly exciting garden. I’d love to visit again for the garden alone. I don’t feel like I fully took it in and so much thought has gone into what to plant where. Laurence and his brothers went to school in Bruton and it amuses the family no end that what they’ve known as a somewhat sleepy little Somerset town
OK, so it’s not quite the depths of Autumn yet but we are a week in. The weather is taking a distinct turn and we thought we better sneak a family camping trip in before it gets really cold. We’d chatted with a friend about our families camping together in the summer but the holidays being what they are (too busy, as usual), it didn’t happen. I’m so glad we decided to go this past weekend instead of ditching the plan altogether. Laurence found this sweet camping spot, the organic
OK, so not really farming, but Talitha and I had great fun a few weeks ago going along to an early years cookery class at The Community Farm in the Chew Valley between Bristol and Bath. The fact that we’d chosen possibly the wettest day of the year to go didn’t wreck our time at all. Rather, it reminded me of how important it is that we continue to get outdoors in all sorts of weather. We went along with Jess and Cherry from Along Came Cherry – a treat
Talitha has a fixation on London, at the minute. She’ll often pack her Peppa Pig bag and tell us that she’s going to London – to visit the Queen, obviously. London is exciting. You take a big train to get there and her cousins live there. I don’t think she remembers any of our visits other than a quick dash through for a christening, though, and I’m looking forward to introducing her to the city I grew up dreaming about. As a child, I experienced London through novels and poems.
A couple of weekends ago, Laurence, Talitha and I spent a weekend in a caravan at Woolacombe Bay Holiday Parks*. It only struck us once we’d arrived that it was our second time away as a family, just the three of us. As soon as I mentioned it, I realised, it’s probably our last too. I’m not sure if bittersweet is quite the way to describe how I feel about that. Unquestionably, our feelings about welcoming a new baby into the family are not mixed. This is a longed-for child.