Roma was already properly pushing the top end of the age limit and basically looked like a fully grown woman compared with most of the tiny babies.
This place does a pretty good job of making you feel like a film star, albeit one with thrown-up Bickiepeg smeared down your top.
I’m still recovering from the Dickens degree module where we had to read one novel a week, so this was basically aversion therapy for me.
While Roro spent most of the session shovelling things into her mouth I’m pretty sure she got more out of it than a second breakfast of rainbow spaghetti and peas.
This incredible space comprises dipping ponds, a mud kitchen, play houses and loads more, with a large clubhouse-type building at its centre.
The entrance to Grow Wild is through this really cute little door that looks like a treehouse, which just instantly sparks joy.
I wanna dance with my kid – and when I say dance I mean wobble around awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact incase someone senses my discomfort.