This picture always sums up wanderlust for me – Prince Henry the Navigator, immortalised in the Monument to the Discoveries, forever gazing out to the ocean and the adventures and undiscovered lands ahead.
On the waterfront at Belem, it’s somewhere I always try to visit when I go to Lisbon – itself one of my favourite cities. Followed, needless to say, by some pasteis de nata, the original flaky custard tarts that Portugal is famous for.
So that’s where today’s #thursdaytraveltreat on Instagram is from – check out the full set and do join in and tag your own photos or comment below with a link.
Simply mention marmalade sandwiches and you’re already thinking of a certain duffle-coated bear. And with the Paddington movie coming out next month, there’s plenty for fans, including the London Paddington trail.
But the new Paddington Bear afternoon tea at the Athanaeum hotel is worth coming from Peru for and suitably orange themed.
Launching on Saturday November 1, I got an early taste tonight – although having decided a sugar rush right before bedtime, plus rush hour on the tube wasn’t the best recipe for a two-year-old, Minnie stayed at home. Continue reading →
It’s been a while since children were expected to be seen and not heard (although I’d still hope they’re not loud enough to be heard from a great distance). So I wasn’t that surprised by a recent survey which found kids are involved in planning family holidays.
After all, it’s their holiday too. And in practice, if they loathe every second it’s unlikely to be much fun for anyone else.
This year I fancy Bermuda, mum.
But it got me wondering where you draw the line? I can’t imagine giving Minnie final say over where we travel to, or which hotel we stay in – not until she’s paying for it anyway. Continue reading →
I am just about recovered from the hour going back at the weekend. Forget having an extra 60 minutes in bed when you’ve got a toddler, as her own personal body clock meant she was merrily chatting away at her normal time.
Fortunately, a combination of me telling her it was night-time, a dark bedroom and her Gro Clock all seemed to keep her quiet for another hour (even if I couldn’t get back to sleep).