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Holidays again

Remember last year when we went strawberry picking? (If not, find it here) Warning – large photo dump below.

Holiday destination of choice was Gullane this year (anyone local who could tell me whether it’s Gull-ahn or Gull-ayne? We  heard both during the week). Located on the Firth of Forth, it’s a beautiful wee town with amazing ice cream. We rented a house through North Berwick Holiday Homes. Well, to be accurate, my parents did, as we are broke due to new baby and maternity pay. The house was basic, but perfectly fine for what we needed. Ten minute walk to the beach:

 

Stephen, Stephen, Lynn and TWM

 

Ask my Dad about the Rangers players who used to run up and down these…

No, I don’t know either.

Bundle!

 

There was a trip to visit friends, but with two sleeping children in the car I didn’t want to take them out of  the car and wake them (NEVER wake a sleeping baby!). So Mr Dr L turned butler and brought us tea in the carpark.

 

That was exciting when TWM woke up – but not as exciting as accessing Mrs Dr L’s sweetpeas by climbing out the window!

We’re still talking about this.

 

On Friday we reprised last year’s strawberry picking trip. This time the venue was Belhaven Fruit Farm, about 3 miles south-west of Dunbar. The farm has several poly-tunnels for PYO fruit, a play-park, and a cafe with all attendant facilities.

 

 

Is this one ready, Mummy?

 

 

The cafe had a good range of snacks and meals and was very reasonably priced. Mum and Dad sampled the local speciality:

 

The play-park is well-designed and with tables and chairs arranged around one end TWM could come and go while we rested.

Meanwhile I purchased another local speciality for later consumption, having tried a taster from the cafe counter –

 

Gold stars to the staff who were friendly and helpful to a man (and woman).

Teeny spent a lot of time like this –

 

but occasionally was awake. Isn’t she getting big?

 

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Well, one of the many reasons.

On the 11th July, the ‘newspaper’ ran this story. A perfect example of the Mail’s faintly sneering style, the term ‘plastic Brits’ is judgemental and superior (who wouldn’t want to be British?) Heaven forfend that a furrener should compete as a representative of our sceptred isle. The phrasing that 11% of our “542-strong” team was born overseas smacks of that 11% being the weaker element of our strong Team GB.

And so to this morning’s coverage of yesterday’s triumphs. Not only does Mo’s name make it into a pun in the headline, but he is adopted without question into Our Great Race (TM) – did you know it’s “the first time a British man has won in the Olympic 10,000m race”? Well, colour me astonished. No plasticity mentioned at all. The article does mention that he is Somali-born, but he’s certainly British these days.

It might seem a petty gripe, but it’s just another grubby page in the Mail’s misogynistic, racist, and judgementally right-wing history. The danger, as far as I’m concerned, is in the way the distasteful opinions are stated as self-evident fact. Palatable fascism for the easily outraged.

As a nice counterpoint, have you seen this lovely article in the Guardian? A celebration of the good bits of the Olympics, Britishness, and what’s making us proud.

Look what I made

 

 

Ailsa Hope McDerment (aka Teeny)

8th June 2012

6lb 12

Riverside Museum

…and a fleeting return to the blogging scene! Don’t imagine I have any readers left (except you Rach, hi!)

I’ve been a bit lax recently about making sure I’m doing specific activities on my day off with TWM – more on why later, but I was determined that this Wednesday we would get out and make the most of our day.

So we started off with a trip on a train – I think that would have sufficed on its own to be honest; the excitement was sky-high as we stood on the platform. The rest of the carriage was treated to a running commentary of the passing scenery.

Then we arrived at our destination:

Riverside is the new incarnation of the old Transport Museum behind the Kelvin Hall – so there was opportunity for some good quality memory-lane moments. The new museum is superbly set up, with plenty of things to touch and climb on, and loads of space to run up and down and around. It would certainly stand up to repeated visits.

We had one of these!

Fancy a trip?

Fire fighting with Grandad –

What a view!

A visit to the cafe for refuelling, then exploring alternative uses for the green benches.

There are lots of things for enquiring hands to touch…

And some just to marvel at.

With free entry and only £1 for 4 hours parking, the museum is well worth a visit.

Oh, and the reason for my sporadic communication of late…

ETA mid-late June.

Today I am thankful for

CBeebies

Comfy sofas

Clean sheets on the bed

Chilli chicken wings.

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Today was brought to you by the letter C, and by cheese (Wensleydale with cranberry).

I aim to pick the blog up again soon.

On the move

…hopefully.

 

 

Anyone looking to buy? When do I start getting offended that no-one wants to come see it yet? I reckon three days is a bit early for histrionics. Although I’m not sure I can keep the house this tidy for months, if that’s how long it’ll take. Toddlers =/= tidy.

Puddle-jumping

Sometimes, there’s nothing to do, but get your wellies on and jump.

This series of photos will shortly be appearing in the Social Service Award for Inattentive Parenting:

 

 

 

 

 

The kids ran, splashed, said hello to ducks, quacked at ducks, shouted at ducks, and shouted at a bush (I didn’t ask why). Then there was a little more splashing. And then there was tea drinking inside while we dried off.

There are worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.

 

 

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