“Look at me daddy,” said my youngest daughter Izzy. She then grabbed the cord in front of her and jumped, gently abseiling to the ground, about 20 metres below. This was my introduction to the new Clip ‘n Climb climbing zone at Jump In, Enfield.
As a confirmed country boy, I do love a farm visit. It runs in my blood, the older generations of my family having had strong connections to the National Farmers’ Union. Despite my rural upbringing and love of the countryside, I had never visited a berry farm until I was recently asked along to Hugh
“It’s not fair that Helen gets to stay up later than me,” said Izzy, for what seemed like the 150,000th time. “I should go to bed at the same time.” This is a classic example of the issues Mrs Adams and I have to deal with as we perform the parenting balancing act and try
I appreciate this is a dramatic statement, but is childhood in retreat after fighting a losing battle? Are our children growing up too fast, thanks to the naivety of us mums and dads towards the online world?
“Is it a barbecue if you don’t use chrcoal?” This was the challenge put to me when I announced on Twitter I would be using a gas-powered Char-Broil barbecue. Disclosure: This is a review feature and I was gifted a Char-Broil Performance EB340 for the purposes of producing this blog post. Thoughts and opinions entirely
