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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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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.

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In Victorian times, Glaswegian families would travel down the river to towns on the Firth of Clyde for their summer holidays. Today my sister, TWM and I took our own mini-break down the coast in the form of a day-trip to Dunoon.

We queued for a ferry:

Lynn  was excited,

TWM? Not so much.

We  managed to be at the front of the ferry.

TWM found this exciting, though not as much as the man wearing a hat. Discussion round the man wearing the hat occupied much of the 20-minute crossing.

We met up with friends who are on holiday from London. They are excitedly awaiting a much-longed-for double arrival at the end of the year and I couldn’t be happier for them. They are good peoples for whom this is a long time coming. Judging by the impression made on TWM, J will be a fabulous dad!

We decided to drive back to Glasgow the long way round, rather than taking the ferry back – the scenery is just gorgeous, although obscured by typical Scottish weather at times. However we were given extra time to admire one part of the route –

All in, twas a lovely day. I am always astounded by the diversity and the beauty of my country, and in areas so close to where I live. Things to be grateful for #26,954.

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Good days

I have found so far, as a parent, that there are good days and bad days.  Of course, it should all be sweetness, sunbeams  and healthy snacks – but we all know that’s not the case. There are days when I am tired and grumpy, and days when TWM gets the worst of me, not the best which he deserves. I constantly feel guilt – guilt because I work, guilt because we can’t afford to live in a big house with a safe enclosed garden, guilt that we don’t seem able to give him a sibling, guilt that I don’t always have the patience to spend endless hours on the floor putting puzzles together and make-believing submarine stories over and over.

And then some days are good days. Days like today. My day off, the day it’s just me and him. This morning we went swimming (and he actually enjoyed it, rather than clinging on with a bruise-leaving pincer grip as if I might actually drop him in the liquid chlorine). This afternoon we baked. We talked, and laughed, and made a mess.

I know all of that is just a normal day for many wonder-mums. For me, though, it was a reminder that, just perhaps, I am not breaking him.

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Getting bigger

TWM has a current favourite book – The Busy Truck – in which the truck stops at several shops: the ice-cream, the balloon, the toy, and the cake shops. Then it goes to Ben’s house, because it’s Ben’s birthday today. On Sunday, that truck stopped at our house too – for TWM’s second birthday. Eep, my baby is growing up!

To cap it all off, on Monday I took the sides off the cot – he’s been getting closer to climbing out recently and I didn’t fancy finding him in a heap on the floor, so toddler bed it is. Handily, he got a new duvet and pillow for his birthday, so he’s all set. Two nights in and it’s still a novelty, and he’s not been up any more often than he would be normally. He loves his ‘big boy bed’ –

Not sure why we needed the hat, but apparently it was a non-negotiable. It’s about picking your battles!

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