Little Penguin opened back in January, in what was inarguably the worst moment to open a play cafe in the history of play cafes.
The shop’s owner is possibly the friendliest person we’ve ever met, and chats away to me with Babu on her lap while I browse.
I’m a bit of a yoga novice (read: shit) and had no idea what to do when we were told to “do your own thing” on the mats so I just sort of lay there like a dead fish.
The garden is a haven for anyone in need of a place to chill, kids or no kids, and a refreshingly leafy retreat from the urban jungle.
While everything about The Mother Maker markets is child-friendly, this still felt like a reassuringly grown-up affair.
Fount is the parental utopia you’ve always dreamed of but never believed could exist because life just isn’t that kind
Well-designed, lavishly illustrated books are dreamily displayed on clean white tables and shelves for optimum perving