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Maoris and a secret garden

IMG_0200As new members of the National Trust, we’ve recently explored the Natural Play Trail at Box Hill and discovered fairies in Haughley Park’s bluebell wood.

Just a short drive away from Hatchlands is Clandon Park – a Palladian mansion created to entertain and impress by the politically powerful Onslow family. It contains a superb collection of 18th-century furniture, porcelain and textiles, much of which was acquired by the connoisseur Mrs Gubbay. The Surrey Infantry Museum provides a rich account of the county’s military history.

Given it was a clear day and we had a tired toddler in tow, we opted to save surveying the inside the mansion IMG_0256for another day. Not to say we couldn’t enjoy a nice relaxing meal in the restaurant before setting off to exploring the wider parkland.

The seven acres of gardens are home to a small parterre, a walled Dutch Garden and Hinemihi, a Maori meeting house brought back from New Zealand in 1892.

Hinemihi is the only historic Maori meeting house in the UK and one of a handful outside New Zealand. It bears the name of a female tribal ancestor referred to as ‘she’. She was carved in the shadow of volcanic Mt Tarawera in North Island close to Rotorua.

IMG_0235An outdoor exhibition of giant photographs was on show in the gardens. It focused on the beautiful landscape and wildlife of New Zealand. POD was delighted to see a photograph of a goat – otherwise known as a moose. She learnt fir cones don’t taste very nice.

Huia’s Dell, the children’s area, was a great place for POD to play closely followed by the running away from her parents game. Clandon Park also offered a flint grotto and we walked through an avenue of trees to a beautiful church. The nearby meadow was just a sea of daffodils.

The fabulous Dutch Garden was originally modelled on the Sunken Garden at Hampton Court. It was clandon 3overgrown, covered in thick undergrowth and had a yew hedge of over 30ft high. That was until a National Trust employee came across it in 1971. Today, the garden is centred around a small statue in a circular pool, with clipped hedges and topiary.

What an incredible find that must have been, discovering a secret garden hidden behind an enormous hedge.

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Fairies and bluebells

IMG_0371Having discovered the wonders of Box Hill, we’re off to explore another National Trust property – Hatchlands Park.

We don’t need to be told twice fairies are hidden in a bluebell wood. POD is a toddler, she adores the outdoors and she’s developed a great deal of affection for her dollies – Boadicea, Bob and Rice.

Hatchlands Park was built in the 1750s and, with over 400 acres of parkland, it’s one of the largest country estates surrounding Greater London.

hatchlands 4Today we’re heading straight for Little Wix Woods in the hope the bluebells are in full bloom. POD is very keen to see the hidden fairies although she’d already declared “I don’t do magic” before we arrived. You’d never know she’s a fan of Ben & Holly.

We passed the rather impressive looking house and garden before making our way up a hill into the first section of woodland. Excited at the prospect of what we were about to see, I’m not even sure we even followed the correct route. We knew we were going the right way though as people heading towards us were smiling with glee – they’d already seen the bluebells. And the fairies.

IMG_0414A long path took us to a kissing gate *sniggers* into centenary woodland. To our left was the Wizard Wix’s Willow Warren, a children’s adventure play area with hand-crafted willow tunnels, domes, balance beams and a totem pole. Another kissing gate gave way to open parkland and Rookery Pond. A few minutes later we arrived at Little Wix Woods.

Two-year old POD could hardly contain herself  “Where are the fairies?”.

But then she saw one in a tree “Look fairy” she shouted with much excitement. This was followed by a request to have the fairy. It was quickly declined.

Hatchlands 2“Look Mummy Daddy, another one” she cried a couple of minutes later, arm pointing towards another fairy.

It was at that point we saw the most incredible carpet of colour. Bluebells in full bloom surrounded us and everyone we passed was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Aided perhaps by the sheer energy of our toddler on her fairy hunt.

It was like being in a magical wonderland.

We said “wow” a lot and we found all the fairies. POD would have brought them home given the opportunity. The phrases “fairy got no shoes” and “where fairy wand?” increased as we walked. Fair point. The fairies in Hatchlands1“bellyolly” have wands and shoes.

Our walk back included POD pointing a stick at a waymarker post in an attempt to turn it into a frog. What an incredible experience, a superb idea by Hatchlands Park. We’ll see you again soon.

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Discovering Box Hill

IMG_9809Box Hill is a summit of the North Downs in Surrey. It featured prominently on the route of the 2012 Summer Olympic cycling road race events.

Unsurprisingly the drive up Zig Zag Hill provided us with pelotons of cyclists and many a Lycra clad bottom.

We’d set our hearts on the Stepping Stone Walk which takes you down the River Mole where seventeen hexagonal stepping stones cross the river at the foot of Box Hill. It just sounded wonderful.

Before heading off, POD enjoyed a children’s box while we devoured pasties, cake and coffee. Not our typical  IMG_9823food choice but necessary that day. Energy levels up, we grabbed a map and we were off.

At Salomons Memorial we were greeted with panoramic views across to the South. Just incredible. A path with downward steps then took us through a wood where we saw beautiful yew trees with gnarled trunks. It was then we discovered there were 275 steps to the river. Not ideal for a buggy and a toddler. We’d been so keen to see those stepping stones, we’d not reviewed the route first.

Unperturbed and with our sense of humour firmly intact, we enjoyed a leisurely Hilltop Stroll and visited the Box Hill Fort. We then opted for the Natural Play Trail which was a great alternative for a two-year-old desperate for some outdoor funIMG_9831. We even got to hop across some stepping stones near the Natural Play Trail archway.

POD found a stick on Donkey Green which she introduced to many a shrub before having a rest on the knobbly roots of a beech tree.

There were bivouacs, wooden play areas and bridges for her to explore, tree trunks to clamber across and muddy puddles to jump into. And sit in – albeit unintentionally. We even saw a rather enchanting picnic table with toadstool chairs on the circular route.

IMG_9855Before we knew it we were back at Donkey Green where we took in those fabulous views once more. No doubt we’ll be back to explore the magic of Box Hill again very soon – especially now we have our shiny new National Trust membership.

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The life of Riley

IMG_9729Newlands Corner has had a coating of snow or transformed into a bog the last few times we’ve visited – much to the delight of our toddler.

Not today, the sun is shining, the sky is *mostly* blue and the car park is full to the rafters. There are families everywhere, some even enjoying a picnic, and a group of bikers presumably discussing engine sizes. Described as an area of outstanding natural beauty, Newlands Corner boasts the most amazing views. It’s a fabulous place and just a stones throw away from the mysterious yet beautiful Silent Pool I recently wrote about.

We had the usual toddler paraphernalia to take on our walk and the buggy for when the inevitable tiredness newlands cornerkicks in. POD also deemed it necessary to bring Rice, one of the three favoured dollies, as well as her basket – complete with fruit and veg. All became redundant within minutes, adding to the buggy’s ever increasing load. Wind in her hair she was off, running along the bridal path, before sitting down and closing her eyes to have a pretend nap. As you do.

Having realised it was a challenge to remain upright and run down a hill, it wasn’t long before the fruit and veg basket made a second appearance. Replaced shortly afterwards with snacks and a bottle of water. Just in time to see a huge bird appear in the sky.

IMG_9768In the woods, POD was able to climb trees, run about and explore. We found a trunk with what looked like the head of an elephant, beautiful trees with twisted trunks and an upside down beetle. We’re so glad we moved to Surrey, POD really does lead an easy life. Then again she is only two.

Our walk was followed by a rewarding treat at The Barn on the opposite side of the road to the Newlands Corner car park. There we had a well deserved coffee and the most divine piece of carrot cake. POD had a sample before showing nearby diners her collection of fruit and vegetables.

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Broken bones, a bath and a toddler

Sometimes despite your best efforts, things don’t quite go to plan. Like looking after your toddler when you have a broken wing.

Whilst you can master doing things one handed, aided on occasions by your thighs, changing a toddler’s nappy is not possible. Nor is bathing or dressing. Thankfully Daddy got POD ready before setting off for London so I just needed to organise myself.

It became apparent, after POD stirred prunes with such vigor they flew out of the bowl like slugs, it might be a challenging three hours. Undeterred we headed upstairs so POD could play with her toys and I could have a bath. She loves playing with her wooden kitchen and vegetables. Not to mention the self named dollies Boadicea, Bob and Rice.

Having established Daddy was at a meeting, not in Tesco, attention quickly diverted to the running bath.

“Bath” Yes Mummy’s going to have a bath

“Mummy have shower” No Mummy’s having a bath today

“My bath” You had a bath last night, Mummy’s having a bath now

“Mummy get in shower” Mummy can’t get her arm wet so she has to have a bath

“No arm, have shower” Mummy’s having a bath [steps in cautiously, gets comfortable and rests wing on side of bath]

“Mummy got Mickey Mouse in bath” Here you go you have Mickey

“Mickey bouncing on bath” You be careful of Mummy’s arm [moves arm out of danger]

“Wash Mummy hair” No let Mummy do it [catches cup of water before it’s released]

“Anamanals” Yes the animals are all there, Mummy doesn’t need them in the bath

“Whale, crab, starfish, penguin…another whale, duck fish…big duck” No more animals, Mummy’s got enough now

Bath fun over, POD’s bedroom bound where she happily feeds vegetables to her dollies.

“Mummy I take trousers off” No don’t take your trousers off [releases thigh from Mickey’s slide, gets out of bath]

“Mummy I got no socks on” Put your socks back on [speeds up one handed drying]

“Mummy I done a poo” Mummy’s just coming [arrives in bedroom, T-shirt round neck, boobs-a-flapping]

“I took my trousers off” I can see, have you done a poo? [confirms no poo]

“I put my socks on” Brilliant, are you going to help Mummy put your trousers back on?

“Yes I help Mummy” There’s a good girl [half an hour later retreat downstairs]

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Toddler fun in the sun

IMG_9639POD loves having the freedom to run around so it’s great when the weather allows outdoor play. Normally we’d venture further afield than the garden but having just had surgery, and what comes with it, I was a bit of a wobbly Bob.

After a period spent running up and down the garden, POD was in the bushes and clambering across *what should be* flower beds in no time. It’s great to see her face light up when she spots something she’s not seen before, like a “bobin”. As inquisitive as ever, she will ask “whatsatt?” at every available opportunity. This coupled with the familiar cries of “ae-ro-plane”, “backbird” and “peegin”. The “skirrell” has usually made a run for it before she steps outside. Her vocabulary is incredible really considering she was two on Christmas Day. IMG_9667She said “I don’t want that either” the other day. Amazing to think this time last year she couldn’t talk at all.

POD absolutely adores her sandpit which is sand free and full of water. And a few stones. She will sit on her little chair filling buckets and pots, distributing the water around the garden. The compost bin and patio usually have a good splattering.

Whilst POD is a stickler for picking up the minutest spec of dirt in the house, she enjoys getting messy. And in preparation for potty training, she likes to strip. It was inevitable after a brief spell pouring water on her shoes, the majority of her clothes would be off.

IMG_9702Sitting on her chair, she grinned the widest grin as she poured water on her naked legs. A mix of utter joy and shock as the coldness of water from the outside tap hit her skin. It was amusing enough to try again. First she used a sieve, closely followed by a boat and rather bravely a bucket.

Cries of “cold” were met with raucous giggles as she picked up the pace with her water distribution. Before long her arms were soaked, as was her torso and her hair. Hearing a toddler laugh and laugh like that is so infectious. A simple yet brilliant moment.

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Forest adventures

IMG_9456The Doves were craving some fresh air after a week cooped up indoors. Luckily for us we were greeted with a beautifully sunny day.

Given I’d had surgery a few days earlier, we decided on an amble in a nearby forest. Clearly I’d forgotten this required clothes, the majority of which I couldn’t fit into with a plaster cast on my arm. I ended up opting for one of The POD Father’s fleeces with my tracksuit bottoms and trainers.

POD was uncharacteristically quiet in the car, typically falling asleep just before we reached the Alice Holt forest. Initially unimpressed at being woken up and strapped in her trike, POD quickly became IMG_9493accustomed to her new surroundings.

After just a few minutes, we came across some wigwams made from trees, perfectly positioned in the middle of the forest. They offered incredible views of the forest and all its splendor. Located just off a main path, it was a peaceful setting. The sun beamed through the gaps in the trees.

It was all too exciting for POD and in no time she was off her trike in a bid to explore the woodland. Thanks to her love of Peppa Pig, muddy puddles were first on the agenda. Whilst shouting “muddy puddle”, she stepped into each one, then jumped up and down in it chuckling to herself. She was having a whale of a time.

When there were no more puddles, POD followed the edge of the path to see what she could find. It wasn’t IMG_9508long before we heard her shriek “Whatsatt?”. It was a tiny, yet perfectly formed, fir cone. Her face lit up with a huge smile when she realised it wasn’t going to eat her.

Finding a stick on the path was a monumental discovery. After cries of “stick”, she proceeded to wave it around while she walked telling everyone she passed what it was, much to their amusement. A stone and a clump of moss were also retrieved from the pathway. These were held in one hand with the fir cone and the stick was waved with vigor in the other.

POD soon realised the seat of her trike made an excellent place to store her findings. Before long sticks, stones IMG_9504and leaves were added to an ever increasing pile. Her collecting came to an abrupt halt when she spotted a stream. Shallow enough to walk in, POD saw it as a giant muddy puddle. She trotted through the stream with her sunglasses on upside down. She likes to wear them like that.

After a short ice-cream break, most of it ended up on the grass, we ventured into another part of the forest. We were surrounded by so many leaves, it felt like autumn. It was great to see POD kicking them as she walked. She’s not had the opportunity to do this before and she loved it.

It didn’t take long for her to escape the path for the woodland. She ran as fast as her little legs would carry her, IMG_9513kicking leaves as she went. Running in a little ditch full of leaves she tripped and fell. Instead of complaining, she let out the most enormous giggle. The leaves had cushioned her fall and she’d bounced as she tumbled onto her back. It truly was a magical moment, she found playing in the leaves hilarious.

There was no stopping her after that. POD dug up mud using sticks. She wiped it on both her wellies like paste. And across her legs although she didn’t think we’d seen her do that. It was great to see her get really grubby especially as she’ll pick up the tiniest speck of dirt on the floor at home.

After playing with mud, the unthinkable happened, POD asked to go to bed. Although she changed her IMG_9523mind when home, I think this was a sign she’d had a really great time.

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Taking a toddler to the doctor

I’d been told we’d have to “wait a very long time” at the doctors so we went armed with a selection of books and POD’s muzzy. I meant to take a spare nappy and wipes but forgot after putting her boots on for the third time. She told the waiting room she’d done a poo as soon as we arrived. She hadn’t.

POD’s reached the stage where she questions everything. Just last week she said “Look Mummy that girl got spots” to a mortified teenager behind the counter.

Our wait at the doctor’s surgery went like this:

“Whatsatt?” A man

“Whatsatt?” A lady

“Whatsatt?” The man again

“He got no trousers on” No, he’s wearing shorts

“Whatsatt?” Another lady

“A baby, a baby!” Yes it’s a baby and his Mummy

“Baby not walking” No the baby’s not walking yet

“Whatsatt?” That’s a girl

“Girl got no skirt on, Mummy where girl skirt?” She is wearing a skirt

“No just tights” She’s wearing a *tiny* skirt and tights

“Chair broken, need another one” The chair’s just a bit wobbly that’s all

“Baby hold chair, wibble wobble, wibble wobble” [shakes nearby chair]. No don’t move the chair, the baby’s holding onto it

“Hairband” Yes the girl has a hairband

“Girl not have skirt on” Yes she does she’s wearing a skirt and tights

“No skirt. Boots, girl has boots” That’s right she’s wearing boots. We’re wearing boots too

“Lady not have boots on” No that lady is not wearing boots, she’s wearing sandals

The hilarity of the waiting room came to an abrupt stop when POD’s name was called. Impeccable timing by the doctor. How do you explain to a toddler that two adults are dressed for summer when it’s -2 degrees outside?

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Learning to dance

It stands to reason POD should love music. For the last four months of my pregnancy she got to listen to some absolute classics. Two hours a day on my journey to and from the office.

Although I’m *allegedly* tone deaf, I’m sure my singing was the reason her foot was frequently wedged in my rib-cage. I used to tickle it so I could breathe again.

It was a superb moment when POD danced for the first time. Totally unprompted too. She put her hands on her hips and wiggled her little bottom from side to side. It was almost the perfect ‘Dad dance’.

She’s been dancing in this way for a while now and over the weekend we had a breakthrough. The hands on the hips wiggle was notably present but new moves had been added. POD spun round and waved her arms in the air like she was at a gig. At times it even looked liked she was listening to the music. An amazing display for a toddler who turned two on Christmas Day.

We caught it on video as well. So let me introduce you to this short of POD dancing to Radioactive by Imagine Dragons. Surely she must be one of their youngest fans?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrT4OkNmY78

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D-Day has arrived

Sometimes something unexpected happens and, in a split second, it changes everything. For me it was 3.50pm on 3rd November 2011.

POD had fallen asleep in the car on the way back from soft play. When we arrived home I’d carried her indoors in her car seat so she could sleep. Outside it was pouring with rain. I knew I didn’t have long to put out 3 bags of recycling. Each of which had to be taken from the back to the front of the house. Once I’d finished and I was walking towards the back door, I glanced at the sky. I remember thinking there might be a sunset.

But then it happened. My left leg slid from underneath me. I thundered to the ground so fast I didn’t get the chance to put my hands out to cushion the fall. There I lay, on the decking, the rain beating down on me. The pain in my left arm was immense. POD was 10 months old and inside the house. I’d noticed our neighbours were out. If I’d shouted no-one would come. I knew I had to move myself and get help.

It was at that point I saw my hand. It didn’t look right. Very gently I pulled back the sleeve of my mac. It was like someone had taken a giant scoop of ice-cream out of my wrist. Bone protruded out of the opposite side although I was thankful it hadn’t cut through the skin. My hand was pointing towards my body instead of away from it.

Standing up I felt faint and nauseous but I got to the back door. I used my face to lift the handle whilst locking it with my right hand. Strange I put so much effort into this, I should have left it. My body had started to shake at this point.

I called 999 and opened the front door so the paramedics could reach me. POD was now awake and crying but I couldn’t pick her up. She was safest in her car seat. The paramedics arrived five minutes later. They were brilliant. It’s a strange thing shock. My body seemed to shut down in the ambulance. So much so when we arrived at the hospital my legs gave way beneath me.

POD was so well looked after by A&E staff and the sister fed her dinner. An x-ray confirmed I’d broken my radius and my ulna at the point of rotation. It couldn’t have been a more spectacular break. I guess if you’re going to break something, you should do it properly. Surgery had been discussed but no theatres were available. It was agreed they’d try to re-align my bones and put me in plaster me until they could operate. One person gripped my hand and the other my arm. Then they pulled in opposite directions.

I was put in plaster with my left arm elevated to my right shoulder. It was difficult not being able to look after POD. I couldn’t even cuddle her. A three hour operation took place a few days later. I came round on 11/11/11 just before 11am the proud owner of some fancy metal work. We hadn’t anticipated I wouldn’t be able to travel after being discharged. POD and I were separated for eight days. It felt like eight years.

Nevertheless after being told it would take 18 months to get the rotation back in my wrist. It didn’t. I went overboard with the physio and achieved it in less than 6 months. I guess that says something about me as a person. The radius had healed brilliantly and the movement in my wrist up to this point has been good. The ulna has not fared so well, its got much worse over recent months.

So Wednesday 10th April is D-Day – surgery number two. More metal will be added to my wrist so it doesn’t rotate anymore. A centimeter of bone will be taken out of my arm. Over time this will turn to gristle and become a new rotation point for my wrist. The success rate for this surgery is high so I’m optimistic. Here’s hoping I end up with a bionic arm so I can play tennis.

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