Camber Sands is one of the most beautiful beaches I know. The last time I was there, I was on a mini-break with George. I was heavily pregnant with Lilah, and we were trying to get in just one little trip away before we lost all our evenings and sanity once more. Then I went into labour. I thought I’d just eaten too much. But no, out she popped. Fun trip!
When we have a free day at the weekend, our default family activity is to visit a National Trust property. We’re slowly working our way through the ones in Sussex and Bateman’s is our new favourite. It was the home of Rudyard Kipling, where you can view the house and a water-mill, and follow a lovely little fairy trail around the grounds. Normally when we venture out for an afternoon, the kids take it in turns to be tricky but we managed to escape any wobbles for a whole afternoon.
As a family, we’ve not all been together for long enough to have many traditions, but a few are slowly emerging. Trying to get Harper on ice skates each winter is one (not too successful so far) and getting a photo of her on Santa’s knee is another (some attempts are better than others). But there is one tradition that’s been fixed in place since she was born – going to a pick-your-own farm at the start of the summer for strawberries, and then again at the start of autumn for pumpkins.
A few weeks ago (when it was actually sunny!) we went along to Roundstone Pick Your Own Farm to pick the first crops of strawberries. Strawberry picking in the summer and pumpkin picking in the autumn have become little family traditions. I love it, as for us it marks the start of summer.
I don’t know if it’s because we went early in the season but the strawberries this year were fantastic – there were so many large juicy strawberries to choose from.
Lilah decided that ducks are absolutely terrifying. She went from feeding them happily to screaming within about 3 seconds.