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.
kids
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.
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.
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).
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.
It’s been a great year for playing tourist in your own town, especially if you really hate people.
