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.
Arty things. Family things. Immersive things. Random things. Things to book. Things not to book. THINGS (I’ve really missed things).
It’s been a great year for playing tourist in your own town, especially if you really hate people.
This month, wrap up warm and enjoy outdoor light installations, wintry trails and magical ice rinks… or cuddle up at home with some festive (virtual) theatre.
This month, meet the Indigenous Peoples of the Arctic at the British Museum’s new immersive exhibition and frolic among the sculptures at Frieze in the park.
All that was left was for me to get over myself and my crippling fear of… well, most things, and just get on the sodding boat.
Being able to wander unobstructed by other humans without having to worry about losing toddlers in a sea of legs made it much less stressful.
It was a not-so-lovely THIRTY-SEVEN DEGREES on the day we visited, which is literally the same temperature as a living person’s insides.
It’s a castle but, I’ll be honest, we were only really here for the playground, which is also a castle.