Monthly Archives: October 2015

Wigwamming (not a made up word).

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Have you ever heard of a Wig  Wam?? I hadn’t but my wacky mummy found these strange looking log cabins in the shape of tents near the Forest of Dean in Gloucestershire. She decided it was time we had a little weekend vay-cay with my little Actonites and their families to try out the Wig Wam things.  Our little west side crew love a fun weekend away and this one tops the list to date.

On Friday night we drove a couple hours through two different countries (England & Wales) and a lot of traffic to find a large quarry full of these wig wams. When we first got there it was already dark and late so we couldn’t really see where mummy had driven us…  it was exciting though.

On the drive mummy and daddy told us stories of their camping adventures as youngsters – which must have been a long time ago as they had to stay in things called tents and bath in freezing cold rivers!! Thankfully these days we have heated wig wams and shower blocks!!

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We fuelled our adventure weekend with a full english big brekky, then the mummy’s and daddy’s went on a high zip wire over a very large quarry. This quarry is part of the National Diving centre and people practise deep water diving.  Look how high they flew in the air!!

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That is mummy and her friend Nic (Freya and Seb’s mummy).

After the zip wire we went for a drive deep in the Forest of Dean and found  some bikes to hire. There was a 10 mile track that we followed. Daddy got the raw end of the deal and had to pull us along in a trailor.  Ophelia missed half of it as she slept but I thought it was fantastic. The Forest is really pretty. I loved it when Daddy went really fast down the hills and sometimes took us off-road on some bumpy trails.

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It was a big day and we were all exhausted!! We had a little bbq and toasted some marshmallows over the fire then went straight to sleep to rest for another action packed day!

With another adventure planned for Sunday,  the Actonites conveyed our way to an enchanted woodland called Puzzlewood.  This little woodland was supposedly inspiration for an author called JR Tolkien who wrote something about Hobbits and rings. It was a very magical woodland with lots of different paths, caves, heaps of moss and mushrooms and fairies. I saw loads of them, I think Tinker bell lives at Puzzlewood.  It as a very magical way to finish our weekend.

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Monkey and Bashful felt right at home in Puzzlewood. 

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Looking puzzled at Puzzlewood

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After saying our goodbyes to the Fairies and each other we headed back to London. It was a quick drive home as O and I slept most of the way.

To top the weekend off Australia beat Scotland in the Rugby world Cup – Aussie Aussie Aussie!!!

I can’t wait for our next adventure – where to next, mummy??

H & O
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History repeats itself

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When I got my new bunk bed daddy and mummy made me promise not to jump around on the top and to take extra care when I climb up and down the ladder. At first I was very careful and would go up and down very slowly, but then I got really confident using the ladder so I stopped being as careful. I love my bunk bed but I don’t really like going to sleep, I prefer playing, especially when my little sister joins me up top and sometimes she even falls asleep up there and we share my bed. So Daddy told me a story about my Aunty Jen, when she was little like me, she was being naughty on her top bunk and she fell off and broke her arm. I think daddy told me this to scare me a little and make sure I was being careful. Lets just say…. it didn’t work.

Last night whilst mummy and daddy were about to sit down to a juicy burger they heard a loud thud followed by some almighty screaming. I bet you have guessed what happened. I fell down the ladder and banged my arm and they knew just from looking at it, it was broken. At first when daddy told me we had to go to the hospital I was scared and I didn’t want to go, but then mummy told me we were going for an Friday night adventure. So I got in the taxi and we drove to Chelsea Westminster Hospital. Mummy talked to me the whole way telling me how brave I was and how every one at school was going to want paint or write on my cast.

I had the prettiest and nicest nurse look after me, her name was Nurse Ally. She was lovely and very gentle with my arm. I went into a room and they took photo’s of my bones which we could see, were very much broken. Doctor Will  (who mummy said was also very ‘nice’) told me that the Orthopaedic surgeon will try to move my bones back into place, it was going to hurt a lot but as I was being so brave they knew I would be able to handle it. They gave me lots of delicious strawberry flavoured medicine and they went to work to fix my arm. It was so painful but I was super brave. Luckily the surgeon managed to manipulate the bones back into place and after another arm selfie and a full plaster cast we were sent home. It had been a long night so I was pretty tired and fell straight asleep on the taxi ride home.

Have you ever broke any bones?

Hx

Sad face :(

Sad face 😦

It wasn't hard for mummy to diagnose the break

It wasn’t hard for mummy to diagnose the break

Waiting for Dr Will to look at my arm and take some photo's.

Waiting for Dr Will to look at my arm and take some xrays

Morphine kicks in.... sleeptime

Morphine kicks in…. sleeptime

Before (R) and after (L)

Before (R) and after (L)

Before (L) After (R)

Before (L) After (R)

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Ready to go home

Ready to go home