I’m sick to death of mini golf. We exhausted it over lockdown when golf courses were the only remotely interesting thing that was still open.
This month, meet Paddington Bear at the British Library, ride dodgems at Somerset House and scribble all over the floor at Tate Modern.
We should have worn gloves to prevent us from getting Weil’s disease but we just sat and ate our picnic like we weren’t probably sitting in rat piss.
Home to what is honestly one of the best playground structures I’ve ever seen in my long and eventful playground-critiquing career.
Monthly roundups are back, which must mean something is actually happening. Hooray!
Check out these seven playscapes with no intention of letting you forget where you are.
Arty things. Family things. Immersive things. Random things. Things to book. Things not to book. THINGS (I’ve really missed things).
Bella Boos is the only soft play I’ve ever been to that’s reminded me of going clubbing.
I have a (probably fairly unhealthy) fixation with play cafes and am always embarrassingly pumped when I hear about a new one popping up somewhere useful.
I’ve never quite managed to find a public soft-play centre in London that doesn’t make me want to kill myself… until now.
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