Yesterday we met up with some friends at Old Sarum in Salisbury for a medieval jousting event. Unlike most British bank holidays the weather was fantastic, gorgeous sunshine, warmth and blue skies. We arrived a little after midday and first visited the souvenir shop so the children could choose a weapon. E got a wooden sword, S chose a lance, the other 2 girls opted for squeezey balls instead of weapons.
We walked up to the castle remains for a play and explore. The children had battles, roamed about the castle and discussed history amongst themselves. Little S and R became knights, training with their noble steeds for a mighty jousting battle.
There was an “organised” war, the children were given foam swords, separated into teams and marched into battle. There were no winners, as at the end they were all instructed to do a big Shakespearean death!
There was a Jesters tent where the children could learn variuos circus skills such as juggling or walking on stilts. The stilts were much harder than they looked but great fun to try.
We loved looking around the castle and reading about the history of it, it’s a shame some of the plaques were quite old and difficult to read though. The views from the top were phenomenal. Over the course of the afternoon lots of small aircraft flew over with sky divers jumping out and floating over head.
After an ice cream to cool us down we wandered off to find the main attraction, the joust. Whilst we were waiting we somehow got enrolled into the fanfare for the joust. Little S, it seems, is very good at the trombone. Every time the knights and their horses entered the arena or scored a point in the joust we had to play our instruments.
We had a fantastic day and would definitely recommend it. I think Old Sarum is somewhere we shall visit again, maybe on a quieter day so we can explore all the bits we missed this time.
When my child is presented with a new battery operated toy, I tend to grumble inwardly. Eurgh, not more noisy, irritating toys that won’t turn off surely! So imagine my delight when not one but two cute, fluffy little Zhu Zhu’s arrived in the post for us to review.
To be honest receiving two was great as it meant less arguing about them, both of the little girls had one each. S chose Pipsqueek, a cute little yellow hamster, and the “unofficial leader of the Zhu Zhu’s”. Little S chose Chunk the blue Zhu Zhu, They were ecstatic, because as well as a new pet each they also got the Hamster Wheel and Tube rrp £14.99 and the Adventure ball rrp £12.99 for their pets to play in. Both the ball and wheel were quite easy to put together and the girls could customise the wheel with the stickers that it came with. The ball does come apart quite easily though, so I have to pop it back together regularly.
These furry little toys have not left their sides since they got them. They’ve been to the park, Grandparents’ houses, and even to bed with them. The girls have loved making their Zhu Zhu’s dance, sing and run around. It’s been lovely hearing the girls squeal with laughter as they chase their little pets about.
They are without doubt the best pet, no mess to clear up, they don’t shed hair everywhere, and after 4 minutes of inactivity they turn themselves off! The only problem I have now is that they want to collect every pet and all the accessories too. I guess we’ll be off to Toy’R’Us soon, but at an rrp of £12.99 they’re quite reasonable.
**We received the Zhu Zhu’s and accessories free for the purpose of reviewing, all thoughts are our own. **
This summer we were really fortunate to win tickets for the six of us to go to Camp Bestival for the whole weekend, thanks to New Young Mum blog. The children were all very excited, as was I. We spent ages preparing what to take with us, I’m sure the girls packed half their toy boxes!
As the weekend approached it was clear that the weather was not going to be on our side and we were likely to get very muddy. Throwing the wellies and waterproofs into the car, we set off hoping for the best. Daddy was working so would be joining us a little later, meaning that I had the job of setting up a 6 man tent on my own.
When we arrived the children were all very helpful, carrying their belongings to an empty space. I have never been more thankful for our wagon, it was a long walk. Unfortunately the heavens opened just as I was getting the tent out. Upon seeing me battle with wind, rain and canvas, a helpful passerby lent a hand putting up the tent. I never even got her name, but if you’re reading this, you saved me from an epic struggle and probably a few curse words!
Once the tent was up we made a final trip to the car for our remaining items, and set about making the tent cosy. After a cup of tea I felt ready to take the children exploring. We had a good walk round the site, getting to know the layout and making a list of all we hoped to fit in. We had a go on the helter skelter, watched the insect circus perform and took obligatory photos in front of the “I love Camp Bestival” sign.
After good look around our tummies were rumbling so we headed back to our tent for some food, and to wait for daddy to arrive. Once Daddy was there we were ready to party! We showed Daddy around and went to the main stage to see Mark Ronson. R absolutely loved it. He played all her favourite songs, she loved the atmosphere and dancing in the rain. It all proved a little much for E and Little S, so Daddy took them back to the tent to tuck them in for the night.
In the morning we woke up stiff, cold and damp, clearly we were meant to be fair weather campers! Still, we tried to make the best of it and made straight for the worlds biggest bouncy castle. As E had an accessible camping pass we were able to join the short queue to go on first. Even then we queued for almost an hour waiting for the bouncy castle to be given the green light to open. Just as we about to go on, having paid our fares, the heavens opened again. The bouncy castle was deemed too slippery in the rain to be safe and we were all turned away. This lead to a major meltdown from E, who until then had been coping relatively well. The simple change of plans, completely out of his control was too much for him. Eventually after about an hour (and an ice cream) there was a tentative peace.
Next up were Mr Maker and Mr Tumble on the Castle Stage. The little girls were really excited to see them. Daddy chose to stay with them, whilst I took the older two to the sports park. There E made friends with a boy playing boomerang skittles, and R decided to chill out on the hammocks. We played a game of bean bags toss and enjoyed some crazy golf. After Mr Tumble had finished the others came to meet us for a quick play before lunch.
We had burgers in rolls for lunch, which started off well. That is until the rain which had been gentle, became torrential. Soggy bread rolls are not fun! We were soaked, cold and getting grumpy. The tentative lull from meltdown was becoming more like a volcano waiting to erupt. We discussed holding out for the rest of the day to see Madness play, but unfortunately it wasn’t to be. The good ol’ British summer had got the best of us. We packed up and said goodbye to our brief time at Camp Bestival. It was time to go home and have a good hot bath and put on our jammies.
We ended up having to be pushed out of the mud in the car park, but not before someone had a cheeky barefoot dance in the mud! We are grateful to have experienced Camp Bestival but even more thankful to be home and dry.