This year, scare yourself silly with terrifying trails, ghastly ghost hunts and enough pumpkins to keep you going until Bonfire Night.
Activities
This month, come face to face with Ron Mueck’s giants, revisit the Swinging Sixties at the Fashion and Textile Museum, and see the Sistine Chapel without leaving the M25.
We were treated to a Frozen-themed mini disco with bubbles and a parachute, because the kids were all big Elsa fans, so that was stupidly cute.
This month, experience an al fresco art exhibition, go on a magical journey led by a sonic sphere, and hit up a shit ton of free festivals.
The kids’ club is just as much a parents’ club thanks to its lush cafe, play buddies and some of the best toilets I’ve ever had the pleasure of changing a really awful nappy in.
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.
Home to what is honestly one of the best playground structures I’ve ever seen in my long and eventful playground-critiquing career.
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.
This could so easily have been just another generic soft-play centre, but the owners have clearly put a lot of thought into making it stand out from the crowd.
