London With a Teenager

Wanders in Wapping – 06/09/15

Posted on September 6, 2015 by katese11

Today was a day of discovery. Like the discovery that we could make a half mile walk last half a day and other, more useful, things, Let’s start with the discovery of the Tardis of North London – Canonbury station.

Where is it? Oh so tiny and hidden behind those leafy things..there it is! This is us doubling back from up the road having walked past it on the first attempt – you can barely see that there’s a station there. So, you squeeze through the doorway and through the miniscule ticket hall and then down the steps and oh…oh…it’s….

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Bigger on the inside! Four generously sized platforms, all behind a secret entrance. Magic!

We were, as you might have guessed, travelling to Wapping. Our end destination was St Katherine’s Dock but we had time to kill so we decided not to take a bus, to walk instead, and possibly find a park along the way.

Mentioning a park to Reuben was the first major mistake of the day (there will be more). He has certain ideas about what a park should contain, and he instantly rejected the first one we came to:

I think it was called Wapping Rose Gardens and was dismissed as not having “the right equipment”. Or any equipment. That’s fine. We were just out of the station and there were more to try on the way, according to Google Maps. In fact,t he next park was just across the road. It was called Waterside Gardens and scored slightly higher in Roo’s estimation, for its river views and pagoda:

We spent a few minutes sitting there discussing the marine police station that you could see out in the river. That interested him, though he raised some concerns about what would happen in Galactus was on the beach, throwing stones at the police boats. He has many concerns about Galactus and I can’t answer them all. I also couldn’t answer his questions about playgrounds because, as I explained to him, I’d never been to Wapping before and so I had no idea if there were any playgrounds with the “right equipment” there at all. A quick google had left me feeling unoptimistic but I didn’t tell him that. Still, Wapping is pretty:

All cobbles and clean streets. That’s the 100 stop you see there – I briefly considered getting that bus to the docks until I saw that it seemed to head to Shadwell on both sides of the same road. I may have got that wrong, but the confusion threw me enough to abandon the bus plan altogether.

The other motivation for walking was to find some food. I’d packed sandwiches for the kids, which Roo ate on the tube and Eva steadfastly refused on the tube. I’d hoped there would be a little Pret or even an Itsu somewhere on the route but all I could see were expensive-looking brasseries and even more expensive-looking blocks of flats. Lots and lots of them. Even if we’d gone to the Pret that Google suggested, it would have been closed on a Sunday anyway. So, pioneer-style living it was then. With no firm plans for food or play, we ploughed on, getting increasingly agitated by the prospect of finding neither.

(Like any good pioneer, I’d bought some Branston Pickle flavoured Mini Cheddars at Canonbury, but their effects were short-lived).

Roo was getting whiney. He tried explaining a few more times exactly what he was after – a playground with slides and swings and things. I don’t call myself an expert on many things but I pride myself on knowing what a playground is, thanks Roo. He just sometimes doesn’t explain that we make these long and arduous journeys so that other children don’t have to. If we could establish definitively that there were no slides in Wapping, then someone else could just Google it, find this post and go to KidZania instead.

I didn’t even try to explain that, to be honest. We would have come unstuck around the SEO part. But I’m building to something, because I said this was a day of discovery and we did indeed discover a playground. Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for…

The Hellings Street Open Space! We spotted it by chance from Wapping High Street and approached carefully, just in case it was some kind of residents’ only deal. As we did, Roo explained that this was what he was looking for and, furthermore, he knew that it was open because he could see someone swinging on a swing. Thankfully, he was right and the kids spent a blissful half hour or so playing on the climbing frame:

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And climbable rocks on the side:

I say the children played…well, that’s true….but it wasn’t just the kids:

There was lots of nice landscaping around the park, which Eva couldn’t quite get up by herself. She too felt the need to explain things to me that I pretty much understood already. “I keep syiding down”. Yes, I see that:

Roo was a little more able, but still needed a bit of a bunk-up on these hills:

You’ll be glad to know that my usually-ungrateful children actually appreciated this playground and didn’t even kick up a fuss when it was time to leave. It was 3PM by now, I still hadn’t had lunch and I had a destination in mind:

Make no mistake, this is a middle-class part of town. But it provided not just lunchables for Nathan, Eva and I but also a birthday present for Bob. We perched on a wall outside, ate our food and wrote Bob’s card. I hope she realises what a momentous piece of family history she’s holding – the first time we’ve all signed our own names in a card:

You can also see from this card why I don’t handwrite my blog posts.

Yes, it was Bob’s birthday and that’s the reason we were Wapping about all afternoon. So, it was probably time to actually go and meet her at the Dickens Inn. There was just one small problem:

Hmm, that’s a lot of water between where we were and where we wanted to be. Roo, as ever, had a blue-sky solution that involved finding someone to sail us across in a boat. I suggested walking around the edge of the quay instead. And that came with a few unexpected bonuses. Like finding the Queen’s barge:

And a suit of armour:

And this wobbly bridge, with particularly hazardous sides (or lack of):

You’d think that would be the kind of bridge that only a man would tackle. But you’d be wrong. In fact, it appears to be for women and children only:

Anyway, women and children and illicit man made it across safely and by now, I had definitely earned this well-garnished Pimms:

When it was time to leave, I made another very poor decision. Perhaps it was joining the crowds milling around Tower Bridge that did it, but I decided we would use the tourist way of getting to Liverpool Street – go on the tube. Now, we should have caught the bus and we possibly could even have walked it, but the signs for Tower Hill kept promising it was but a matter of minutes away. So we followed them.

At one point, we definitely seemed to be going round in a circle. I had the roughest idea of where the tube was, so walked around a dock, down a road, up another road, under a tunnel…

This was not going well. This was not the easy solution I was hoping for. We popped out by the Tower of London, so that was something interesting to look at at least:

But we still weren’t at Tower Hill tube and a tunnel that looked like it might be a tube just led to a gift shop and a massive flight of stairs. I caught sight of some TfL blue at the top, so we ascended and sure enough – the station was there. But we got to the platform and there was no sign of the Circle Line. Even when the sign finally appeared, it was still 6 minutes away. I have no idea what caused me to pull such a tourist move, but I regret it. Should have jumped on the 78 when we had the chance.

And that’s the final discovery for today. I hoped you’ve all learnt from our mistakes…but also, I hope you’ve learnt that there IS a climbing frame in the vicinity of Wapping High Street. Hooray!

A Close Encounter of the IDS Kind

Posted on September 4, 2015 by katese11

What would you do if you had the chance to talk to Iain Duncan Smith, head of the DWP, so-called “Butcher of Benefits” and my local MP? I asked that question on Facebook and the answers ranged from the violent to the unprintable. But it wasn’t just an academic survey – I was about to be on the same traffic island as the man himself, and I wanted to be prepared.

I’ve made my feelings about IDS quite clear before – it disgusts me that someone who represents my constituency is so adept at screwing over the most vulnerable in our society. But how to articulate that?

Well, it all started with a parking issue. I live in a part of Waltham Forest that does not currently have controlled parking. There was a proposal to introduce charges, we voted and it was overturned. As a car owner, I was relatively happy about this. One of the driving (pun intended) forces behind overturning the proposal was the Rate Payers’ Action Group and they were not just relatively happy about this – they were very happy indeed.

And at this point, enter the IDS Media Machine. Sensing the opportunity for some badly-needed good publicity, IDS’ people arranged for him to have a photoshoot with the Rate Payers’ Action Group and it would go in the local paper. Iain rejoices with his constituents. Sensing the opportunity to heckle him about benefits deaths, we gatecrashed.

Not that we were rude about it, you understand. We stood there (mostly) quietly, holding our signs while the CPZ folks had their photo taken. They’d fought and won the battle they were passionate about, and we didn’t want to detract from that. When they saw us approaching, I think they assumed we were the pro-parking control gang, ready to have a rumble about permit books. They were relieved when they realised our fights wasn’t with them but the one we call the Inhuman Disabled Slayer. For the record, some of my fellow protestors were pro-CPZ but we managed to put our parking differences behind us to focus on the real issue at hand – the 300 deaths a month of people sanctioned by the DWP.

Having said that, we totally ripped off the CPZ signs to make our own ones:

We had a mix of messages – “No to Benefit Deaths”, “Yes to UN Investigations”, “No to Human Rights Violations”. All pretty reasonable, I think. I shouted a few things at IDS, to which he only responded with “that isn’t true”. Well, it’s truer than the case studies you put in that DWP leaflet Iain.

But the real action happened after I left to go and get Reuben (I may be a trainee political activist, but dammit I’m a mother first). IDS came over to talk to our gang and ended up in a heated debate with my friend Jess over whether or not people were actually dying after being sanctioned. She apparently said some incredible things to him which made him squirm (“People are dying on your watch Iain”) and she and Hanna attacked him with facts and figures. Then he talked to DrGem about the state of the NHS and how dying cancer patients are still being forced to pay the bedroom tax. He condescended, he patronised, he made calming hand gestures. He almost certainly lied about some stuff. I wish I’d been there to witness it but Reuben was already outstaying his welcome at a playdate and after half an hour of IDS solidly ignoring us, I had no reason to think things would change. So my contribution was mainly just holding a sign:

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But I could not have been prouder of my friends, who took him on (verbally, not physically) and won the moral victory. We were just a small protest- lucky as we were balanced on a traffic island – and a ragtag one, wrangling toddlers as we waved our homemade, winebox signs around. It may not have been effective – he may see this kind of thing everywhere he goes, but I’d like to think we at least gave him something to ponder. He may not sleep quite as soundly tonight as he normally does. We couldn’t possibly represent every person who has suffered under the sanctions regime but at least we did something.

See you soon for a rematch Iain?

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Adventures Around Stratford – 28/08/15

Posted on August 31, 2015 by katese11

It’s amazing how you can go to a place hundreds of times and yet still discover new bits of it. We did that twice this weekend – once with the Olympic Park, and once with Victoria Park, which probably deserves its own post. There will be a few posts coming out of this long weekend and I’d invite you to marvel at Eva’s ever-changing wardrobe, from BretonBunnyalike to DerangedSnowWhitePineapple. I’m too good to you.

And in that vein, I’d like to start with a thrilling shot of the ALL-NEW walkway between Hackney Downs and Hackney Central. It may not excite many people but it excites me:

A 4-minute change time between the Chingford branch and the Stratford branch! Platform to platform! And it has a lift, so you can exit Hackney Downs step-free as long as you come in on Platform 1. Honest to goodness, I tried it on Saturday and it works a treat. Not int he opposite direction though, alas.

Anyway, we were in Stratford to meet Mark and Katie, who we hadn’t seen for far too long, and spent some time hanging out in front of M&S, hiding behind a plant pot that Eva called a dalek:

No, M&S isn’t the amazing new bit of Stratford that I want to tell you about. Neither was Starbucks, our next stop, but by goodness I needed that coffee, if only to deal with the preschooler meltdown that was occurring because I was drinking coffee on a comfy green chair instead of perching on a stool. We were soon ready to walk over to the park, and that’s where we took a little bit of a diversion.

I’d bowed to Mark’s superior knowledge. We’ve lived in East London for 18 months now – he’s been there considerably longer. So when he said he knew a short cut, I naturally believed him. We ended up somewhere behind Stratford International station, where Eva and Bunny had had such fun on our last visit. It wasn’t the shortest cut, but we did find some exciting things along the way. Like a giant lounge set you could climb on:

And next to it some huge plant pots:

The kids were having such fun clambering on the giant sofa and hiding in the coffee table that we considered abandoning the actual playground and just hanging out there, next to a road that was probably called Celebration Avenue or something.

But then one of them made a break for it over the hill and we rapidly followed, pausing only to try and work out what this said:

Clearly that’s only part of it, but I think it was “My E20”. Possibly the work of a green-fingered Albert Square resident. I would say Arthur Fowler, but that would only illustrate how woefully outdated my EastEnders knowledge is.

Anyway, we followed them and they were browsing at a local Little Free Library they’d found, and ducking under the bike racks. Then we spotted a mirror maze, just next to a closed branch of Bottle Apostle. This was perfect for Eva, who loves looking at herself in the mirror:

It was cool, and also genuinely disorientating. I walked gingerly through to the middle and then had no idea how to get back out. It’s a very surreal little feature to stumble upon and I’m happy to report that none of the kids walked into any of the pillars. Close call though.

From there, we picked our way along a foresty path between shiny new apartment blocks, with lakes on either side. There was a normal path running alongside it that we could have taken, but this twisty, shady one was far more fun. It brought us out somewhere that I recognised and not a million miles away from where we’d started, but close to the playground.

Now, I’ve covered the sandy bit of the Tumbling Bay playground in quite some detail before – that traumatic day when it opened. And we’ve been there for spontaneous water play before too. This time, I was prepared for water play, with wetsuits and towels stashed in my bag…but there was none to be found. Yes, on a hot day in the summer holidays, the water was switched off. Boo!

Luckily, we had a new bit of the playground to explore. Not actually new, you understand, but we’d never been to that bit before. It’s entirely made of trees and rope, which gives it a lovely natural feel. It was also a bit scary. It’s designed for older kids – I’d guess primary-aged – but my older kid decided he was “terrified of heights” and so refused to climb on any of the narrow bridges. Whereas my 3-year-old showed no fear at all and was whizzing around at the kind of height that gives mothers a cardiac arrest:

I’m not sure this picture expresses how high off the ground she was – but look, there’s an entire child on a swing below her. All credit to Eva, she handled the skinny walkways very well, leaning right into the sides when another child wanted to pass her. Katie, meanwhile, was an Olympic Park pro, shimmying up the tree trunks and sliding down the massive pole with ease.

Despite his fear of heights, Roo found plenty to entertain him. There were the swings under the climbing frame and there was a slide off to the side:

He seemed mostly happy, tussles over the swing-queue excepted, and that meant I could spend most of my time nervously following Eva round and trying to stop her falling into this big gap:

Like I said, it was really designed on the scale of a Roo-sized child rather than an Eva-sized one but she did just fine without my nervy help. Soon though it became evident that Reuben needed fuelling. We had had one rage attack too many and it was definitely time for lunch at the Timber Lodge.

I haven’t eaten there before but it is pretty well set up for kids. There is a small kids menu and a shelf of books for them to read, including Eva’s current fave – Martha and the Bunny Brothers. On the day we went, there was a choice between macaroni cheese and tomato spaghetti which, with a drink, came to £4. Not bad value for somewhere with such a captive market. I could have split one portion between the two of them, as it was pretty big and Eva barely skimmed hers (she’d had a croissant at 11ish, so that was like lunch for her). The adult selection wasn’t amazing – just a couple of baguettes really – but I filled up on Eva’s rejected spaghetti. Mark had the passionfruit cheesecake, which looked awesome but apparently was nothing to blog home about. Shame.

All lunched up, it was back to the playground. I was amused to see a local building site apparently pinning its colours to the Labour leadership race flag:

Me too, builders. And Stella for deputy, obv. Have you voted yet? You should.

Time was getting on and we still had one mission to complete before heading home. Eva’s little canvas shoes had lasted well, considering, but with autumn looming she really needed something more substantial. And Roo was bound to have outgrown his school shoes over the summer. What to do? Well have no fear, Clarks was here to take happily take our money:

I felt mildly embarrassed when Eva took off her shoes and half of the sandpit fell out onto the carpet, but it was Back to School mayhem and I don’t think anyone noticed. Having said “mayhem”, I should probably point out that it was all very organised and we managed to leave with both children fitted and two pairs in the bag. It was definitely ice cream time.

Reuben had a hankering for slush, so we consulted our native guides and Katie suggested a place on the bottom floor. It was a gelato stand called Joe Delucci’s and sure enough, it sold slush. Handily, it was also right next to the play area so we could perch on one of the grassy hills in there and eat our icy treats while the kids did yet more playing. The play area was pretty packed and I failed to get any good photos but here’s something that looks like the inside of a whale:

There was also one of those pinboard things that we used to love as kids in the 90s. You know the ones – you put your hand against the pins and it makes a kind of 3D pring? Well, this was a giant red version and it was two-sided so that Reuben and some other boys could both push against it. In an only slightly aggressive way.

And that’s a good place to leave it. It seems that the Olympic Park is always throwing new things up for me to discover, which I love. We were there for 6 hours and finding unexpected treats all the time. They could have done with the water being on, but I guess that would have only made Eva’s shoes more disgusting when she took them off in Clarks. Small mercies…

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Autumn is Coming

Posted on August 30, 2015 by katese11

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Yes, it’s true. I’m wearing a cardigan as I write this. I may even put the heating on later. I know it’s August but my feet are cold.

And that brings me smoothly onto my autumn preview. Because as the leaves drop and the schools go back, there’s a whole host of fun things happening. First up is Spiegeltent in Canary Wharf. From 10th-20th September, Canada Square will host a festival of music, cabaret and comedy. There are loads of kids’ events, from a Big Fish Little Fish rave on 12th September to a Bach to Baby concert on the 18th. We’re hoping to pop down there – possibly to wave glowsticks in the air, possibly to listen to harp music. Anything could happen, folks.

If you’re otherwise engaged on the 12th, fear not. Big Fish Little Fish have a whole host of other autumn dates, now they’re back from the festival circuit. There are parties in Balham, Islington, Hackney, New Cross and even Exeter…have a look here for more info. Or if your tastes are more alternative, check out the Sunday morning IndieTots events – upcoming themed discos include post-punk and girl groups (I hear the Spice Girls may be involved but I’m hoping that’s just a vicious rumour).

Of course, no preview would be complete without a indulgent bit of self-publicising. WAM are once again performing at the Stow Festival on 19th September and I will once again be singing in the choir with them. But don’t let this put you off! There are lots of cool things going on too – have a look here for more details.

If you fancy skipping over autumn and going straight to winter, there’s an interesting looking show on at the Unicorn Theatre which will give you goosebumps…in a good way. “Breaking the Ice” is the child-friendly tale of a husky and a polar bear who become friends. It’s based on a true story and sounds utterly charming. It’s on 2nd September – 4th October.

Later on in the autumn, there’s another child-friendly theatre show at the Leicester Square Theatre. It’s an adaptation of the Donaldson/Scheffler classic “Stick Man“, which never fails to make me cry. It’s on from 7th November and is suitable for children of 3 plus, as long as they’re emotionally stronger than I am. Talking of which, don’t forget that “Railway Children” is still on at Kings Cross till 6th January.

Is that enough to keep you going until Advent? Good. Make yourself a hot chocolate and enjoy. (And then make the kids a hot chocolate too. And then clear up spilt hot chocolate. Then enjoy)

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Crayford – 20/08/15

Posted on August 26, 2015 by katese11

“Where is Crayford?”, you may ask. Well, it’d be a good question. I wouldn’t have known the answer a week ago. But the answer is it’s in the London Borough of Bexley, and a swift visit there ticked off another line in my boroughs challenge.

Technically we’d already done Bexley. On the drive down to holiday, I’d been overjoyed to see a sign on the A2 telling us that we were in one of my missing boroughs…but the kids were asleep and it was dark and no time to stop. So, Bexley whizzed by in a blur of roadside. There was a fairground at one point, but that was just over the border so may even have been in Greenwich. Safe to say, it was nothing to blog home about about. That’s why I decided to stop properly on the way home from holiday and see what a small part of Bexley had to offer.

Not that it was very far into the borough of Bexley. Crayford is about as close to the edge of London as you can get from a Camber Sands kinda direction. With 2 minutes to go on the SatNav, the signs were still telling me we were in Dartford. But we spotted the sign above with seconds to spare, and parked up at the Tower Retail Park. I had big plans, but first…a stroll.

Not far away from where we’d parked was the Crayford Waterside Gardens, a quite recently developed community space on the banks of the River Cray. It’s not huge but I thought there’d be enough space to have a run around and maybe a game of Pooh sticks.

Although it’s small, there are lots of interesting little features like seats inscribed with poetry:

A vintage tea room:

And an ampitheatre full of winos. Yeah, that wasn’t ideal. I thought we’d be able to have a bit of a play there, but it felt like we might be intruding somewhat. The kids skipped about on these paisley print stepping stones instead:

And then had a bit of a sit down:

By then, the winos had been joined in the park by a gang of youths so it was probably time for us to move on. There was a reason we were eschewing the tasty-looking tea and cakes of Lindy Lou’s. We had somewhere to be.

Oh yes. Trust me when I say we were all excited by this prospect:

As it happened, we very nearly got a double Nandos – a technical blip with the till meant that, just as we got to the groaning-stomach stage of spicy eating, another two plates appeared. Sadly we had to send them away again. We all love a Nandos but even we have some limits. Unlike the frozen yoghurt, which was both unlimited and mango flavoured – the best of all the frozen yoghurts. A little orange light on the machine made me worry that we were in for a repeat of SuttonColdfieldNandosYoghurtGate but it was OK. It was working fine.

After gorging ourselves, we felt like it was best to have another walk before getting back in the car. What else could Crayford offer us for child-entertainment at 6PM? In the words of Eva’s friend Bunny – I know! Bunnies!

Nathan didn’t believe me when I said that there were real live rabbits at Pets at Home, but he was wrong. Eva didn’t believe me when I said the rabbits wouldn’t be dancing, but she was wrong too. (“Are they dancing bunnies?” “No, just hopping ones” “Maybe they could hop as they dance!” I know who I’m blaming for this particular fantasy. The same girl I’m blaming for my flooded bathroom)

Dancing or otherwise, bunnies certainly were there to be looked at. Also gerbils, hamsters and assorted other rodents. And a whole aquarium upstairs!:

Ah, there’s nothing like a Pets at Home for some free entertainment. Who needs the zoo?

So, that pretty much exhausted the possibilities of early evening Crayford with a toddler but we had fun. On the way home, we went past Bexley Town Hall, which is a touch less brutalist than the Waltham Forest one, but good to know we’ve seen the sights.

Four boroughs and a week of “summer” to go…

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Project MC2 – 08/08/15

Posted on August 11, 2015 by katese11

Here’s a picture quiz for you all. In the equation above, A2+B2= what? And what the Pythagoras does it all mean anyway? Answer below and the first one to get it right will get a prize of some kind. Maybe a DIY Volcano kit, because that’s what the kids were doing in the garden with Nathan yesterday. Apparently you should use ketchup instead of vinegar, for optimum ooze.

Why this sudden interest in maths and science? Well, that’s what we’re cycling round to. Last Saturday, we went to the Science Museum for the launch of Project MC2 – a new Netflix series about 4 girls who like science. They’re cool, popular and sassy -oh, so very sassy – but also have mad skills when it comes to engineering, hacking and culinary chemistry. Plus international espionage, obviously. The programme is being accompanied with a range of dolls, each of which comes with its own science experiment…so, let’s meet the girls.

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There’s the eponymous Mc2 – McKeyla McAlister. Hipster, spy and new girl in school she exudes a kind of dorky self-confidence that sees the other girls describe her as “I.A.W.A.T.S.T”. For the uniniatied, that’s “Interesting and Weird at the Same Time”. Typical awkward new kid with a secret lab, really.

Then there’s Bryden Bandweth – social media guru and pro hacker, with a good line in geek chic. Nathan was particularly impressed with her Nintendo belt buckle:

Next up is C2 – Camryn Coyle, who was my favourite because she had exactly the kind of red hair that I always strive for. Plus she’s an engineer, with a rocket-powered skateboard:

Eva got a Camryn doll to take home and loves it, although it took her mere minutes to put this engineer into a giant ballgown. I hardly think that’s practical skatewear.

Lastly, here’s Adrienne Attoms – the A2 in the equation. She’s the culinary chemist, creating concotions in the lab that are both delicious and explosive. In the episode we watched, she made a nifty powder for dusting for fingerprints – all from the ingredients you’d find in a baking drawer. I have no idea whether it would work, but I’d assume so. Adri is also a dead ringer for Bernadette from “The Big Bang Theory” – another great female scientist on TV.

Now, I have to admit that I don’t have a child who’s target market for this show. It’s really aimed at the 7-12 market and I would imagine it’d be more appealing to girls than boys. That’s not to say that Roo didn’t enjoy it, but he’s a bit young for sassy American acronyms and a bit too Reuben to appreciate their cool outfits and shiny hair. But I liked it. It didn’t take itself too seriously and it was ultra-fluffy-light while also making a serious point about the need for more women in STEM areas. It’s a good message for both my son and daughter to hear, as we don’t want them to think that their gender limits them in any way (although they’ve both already started saying that certain things are “for boys” or “for girls”…). And it also shows that science can be fun, which I think they both sorta knew anyway.

The launch itself was hosted by Fran Scott of CBBC, herself a female scientist. She showed us an experiment using the power of friction and how layering the pages of a book together produced a glue-like strength. Later on, Roo would try pulling these two books apart in a tug of war and proved that yes, friction really does beat humans every time. Fran was great – full of science knowledge but also chatty and lovely with the kids. I hope she eventually got to enjoy her lunch.

Around the room, there were various science experiments set up including a liquid egg timer, lava lamp making and demonstrating the power of an airzuka:

See that cup? That didn’t stay there for long.

There was also a table of spy exercises, like code breaking and making a fingerprint on a balloon so you could blow it up really big:

Roo really liked all the experiments, making his own lava lamp and a DIY harmonica:

Eva, meanwhile, like playing with the dollies:

Oh yeah, slight flaw with this whole gender equality thing. My kids are the most gender stereotyped children ever. Ah well, keep combing the dolly’s hair Eva and remember…she’s not just pretty, she’s also super-smart.

Which leads me to my slight quibble with the whole thing – why do the girls all have to be so conventionally beautiful? I kinda get it – the show needs to appeal to fashion-conscious tweens and they’re not going to be interested in science if they think it means they have to dress like Amy Farrah Fowler. But all four girls are so slim and have such glossy hair that it’s setting up unrealistic role models, which the media is already awash with. They could have been beautiful in a slightly less obvious way and still been cool. I mean, who wouldn’t be with these kind of fashion statements?:

I think on balance though, it’s OK. It’s setting out to do a similar thing to Buffy – proving that pretty girls aren’t also vacuous and that you can have an important mission and still have good hair. I think it’s also interesting that the damsel in distress in this story is a man. And British, obviously. ..everyone loves a posh British boy.

So, the kids both approved and I think we approved. It’s certainly piqued their interest in science. We’ve already recreated the volcano experiment that comes with Adrienne Attoms, and the lava lamp that (I think) comes with McKeyla. And look, you can buy a whole science playset:

Project MC2 is available to watch on Netflix now. The dolls are available to buy from many places, I expect, but I found some at Argos.

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Morden Hall Park – 07/08/15

Posted on August 9, 2015 by katese11

If all kids rebel against their parents – which I expect they do – then mine will almost certainly develop a loathing for long, pointless journeys across London. We’ve had a couple of long trips to West London recently and on Friday, decided to mix it up a little with a long trip to South London. Not to score another borough – although I was hoping that might be a happy side effect – but rather to the end of the Northern Line for not better reason than because H’sMama fancied it, and it had been far too long since we’d hung out with her and H.

We met them on a very windy and noisy platform at Kennington to start the epic journey down south. Of course, we no longer live in Kennington so had had a fairly epic journey to get that far. For purely sentimental reasons, I’d included the Victoria Line in our journey. It wasn’t necessary, but it was the last time we could use it for a while. And we wouldn’t be able to go down this escalator for a very long time indeed:

You have no idea how tricky it was getting that shot. So don’t complain that it’s blurry.

Anyway, H and her Mama picked up, we hopped on the tube and a mere 30 minutes later emerged at Morden. It was quite a moment – the tube even resurfaces into daylight for that final stop. Which is bizarre, as I always picture Morden as a dark kind of place, which takes undersized actors a tedious 9 hours to reach. The way it means “murder” in German doesn’t help these connotations much.

But I was wrong – Morden was gloriously sunny. The view out of the station was a touch uninspiring – grey concrete buildings, a huge road, a Wimpey – but we were headed to Morden Hall Park, which was supposed to be green and lovely. It’s a mere 5 minutes’ walk from the station across another huge road, but look at how wild it is as soon as you step through the gates:

Yup, that’s forest right there. It didn’t do much to allay my fears, as I still have a phobia of the countryside, even after a year in NearlyEssex. Neither did this signpost:

Err, Snuff Mill? Like a Snuff Movie? Yeah, this is getting no less scary.

We were pretty hungry after our long journey, so found a small patch of grass to sit and eat our picnic on. H’sMama had totally BoyScouted things with ten thousand sandwiches and some yummy rhubarb cake, but I had been unable to repress my Jewish Mother side and had gone to Sainsbury’s on the way for yet more food. So, we sat and ate and ate and ate while the kids played pooh sticks on a nearby bridge:

Lots of people passed by, giving us odd looks as they did so. Was this not the picnic area? Well, it did the job. It was only when we packed up and moved on that we found the glorious expanse of lawn that you were clearly meant to picnic at. Ah well.

It was at this point in the park that the tributary we’d been pooh-sticking on turned into the River Wandle, which was wide enough and shallow enough to go paddling in. Of course, we hadn’t expected paddling and so none of the kids had their swimming stuff with them. Naturally, then, they all stayed dry on the bank watching other kids cool off and have fun in the water.

You believed that? Like, actually? You’re new to this blog, aren’t you?

They watched from the bridge for a matter of moments before stripping off, getting suncreamed up and climbing in. Roo in a t-shirt and pants, Eva in her shorts, H as nature intended. Me, rolling my jeans up to my knees and hoping no-one noticed how stubbly my legs were. Weirdly, I didn’t take many pictures of our paddling attire. But this gives you an idea:

The river was beautifully clear and refreshing but there were a few logistical problems with trying to keep an eye on two kids at once. In future, I’d say this was a 2-parent, 2-child job. You’d seize one by the hand and watch as the other scampered off downstream in search of…pixies probably. It was a bit rocky underfoot so hard to move too quickly – but somehow we overcame these things and managed to have a pleasant paddle without anyone drowning or even falling over. Roo’s pants got a little wet in the water, and I didn’t have spares for him…but a trip to the hand drier in the loos sorted him out.

If you need to know, the loos are in the Stable Yard, which is back across the bridge and opposite the Rose Garden. It’s a little too far to walk barefoot, as I discovered…and then felt foolish as I realised I had a spare pair of shoes in my handbag all along. There’s also a little cafe in the Stable Yard but it was shut when we were there.

Refreshed by our dip and ready to play, we moved on to the Natural Play Area. It looked tucked away at the end of a path, so I wasn’t expecting it to be huge but it was much bigger than it looked. There were some wooden lookout platforms, which Eva called the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, and a climbing frame, zipwire, stepping stones and a swing. I’ll stop trying to describe it now. Have a look instead:

Yay, zipwire.

And here the stepping stones with boy inconveniently sitting on them:

A tree made climbable by putting climbing wall things on it (like me, you might find this concept slightly odd….aren’t trees kinda naturally climbable anyway?):

The standing up swing:

And the sharing swing:

It was a cool playground, but the lack of sightlines meant that, again, it would have been ideal to have a 1:1 ratio. I could never quite see where both kids were at once and, seeing as it’s surrounded by river on all sides, you kinda want to know what they’re up to. Still, lots of fun and we played until Eva broke down, hot and bothered by an altercation with some other small girls over the Helicarrier. Time to move on and replan.

See, the original plan was to walk through Morden Hall Park, along the River Wandle, through Riverscourt Park until we hit the borough border from Merton into Sutton. That was be a big tick on my boroughs list. But it wasn’t to be. It was already too hot, too late and the kids were too tired for us to consider anything but ice cream and hometime. First though, a slightly more chilled out play area with a “storyboat” in it:

I’m not sure what a storyboat is, but you can climb on it and the enclosed space meant I could sit and relax for a few minutes.

Then another toilet trip led to the children finding these cool rocking chairs:

What we didn’t find in Stable Yard, however, was any ice cream. The cafe there was still closed and yet, there was hope. We kept seeing small children with Calippos. Where did they come from? While everyone else hung out in the rocking chair room, I dashed out and found someone in a National Trust t-shirt, imploring him to give me ice cream. I was brandishing Eva’s scooter at the time, with her river-wet pants on the handlebars so must have looked quite the maniac. Still, he calmly gave me directions through the archway to the Potting Shed Cafe, then backed away slowly.

So, we went through the archway:

And found….another play area. Yay! This was filled with interactive boards, all about the gardening calendar. It was next to a large garden centre and the car park, which make me think we would have seen all of this if we’d come in through the main gate. Still, we’d found it in the end and cooling ice cream was but moments away.

Long moments though. Inside the cafe was chaotic – the park is hosting a performance of “Wind in the Willows” through the summer and the last show had just kicked out. Which meant kids everywhere, all wanting refreshment at the same time. Only one person seemed to be serving and the ice cream cabinet was in a small corner, kinda forcing the queue into an awkward snake. I left H’sMama to pay and took all three children outside. Luckily, a table had just come up, along with a highchair for Eva (who still insists on one from time to time..because she likes to play babies) so we could all sit down and enjoy a cool fruity something after what had been a most exhausting afternoon.

And let’s leave it there. Tempers may have got frayed all round later on, so let’s just leave it. I will say that Morden Hall Park was a surprisingly lovely one, and it’s well worth the trip to the end of the line. More information here

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Feltham – 06/08/15

Posted on August 7, 2015 by katese11

It’s been an intense couple of trips of out-and-aboutness, so forgive me if this post is mainly made up of random letters, as my head hits the keyboard, in a kind of isndf\NRHB\FHBR\HZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ way.

Yesterday was a particularly epic effort. Zone 4 in North East London to Zone 6 in the South West was always going to be a tough call, especially with a nursery pick up to get back for. So, what could make this even more complicated? A tube strike, you say? Why, thank you. I’ll take that challenge.

Cause I love a challenge, as you know. This was part of my bigger London Borough challenge, but also a good opportunity to catch up with a friend. And that’s how I justified taking my boy on a rush-hour, strike-day London Overground train. Check out all the personal space he didn’t have:

That’s my foot but not my leg. Mmm, cosy.

It was in this kinda snuggliness that we made our way to Liverpool Street. In a moment of spontaneous madness, I started wondering about hopping off at Hackney Downs and getting the Overground from Hackney Central round to Richmond. But, as I was frantically googling this as we were pulling into Hackney Downs, it seemed like an ill-conceived plan. We’d stay where we were.

My biggest concern was getting from Liverpool St to Waterloo. It was a 2 mile walk – a bit far for 6-year-old legs, or even 34-year-old legs. My plan was to walk to London Bridge and get the Thames Clipper to the the London Eye but first, we’d check out exactly how bad these bus queues were.

I was expecting the worst. When you see pictures of the tube strike in the Metro, it invariably shows hordes of city folk trying to cram onto a bus at Liverpool St. And sure enough, outside KFC on Bishopsgate, there was a huge crowd and the 26 parked up, letting a trickle of people on. We joined the back of the mob, not feeling optimistic…but then I noticed that the people getting on weren’t the same people as the ones queuing. People just wandered up and got on. I asked a few people in front of me if they wanted the 26 and they all said no, so Roo and I wandered on too. I still have no idea what any of them were actually waiting for. The 78? Is Peckham a hot commuters’ destination nowadays?

Anyway, we were on the bus we needed, and Roo had a seat of sorts…in the luggage rack. Still, I told him not to complain and after about 20minutes, we both had actual seats to call our own. It was a slow bus, but I’d allowed an hour for the transfer so it was fine. We got to Waterloo with time to spare before our train. Feeling smug, I bought a coffee and a smoothie for Roo. One of the energising ones with the black label. Remember that – it might come in useful later.

While we waited for a platform, we watched a giant screen that was showing, among other things, the Fantastic Four trailer. Roo squeals every time he sees a bus with the poster on, so this was a treat for him:

Easily pleased, my boy. We settled down on the train for the 30-minute journey to Feltham and again felt smug at how we’d defied the strike to cross pretty much the entirety of London. Well, I was feeling smug. Reuben was thinking about superheroes.

We made such good time that we hit Feltham at 10:30, before our friends were ready to meet us. So we took a wander around the shopping centre, browsing the toys in The Works and avoiding the credit management people who seemed friendly but overly interested in my financial history.

Then we crossed the road to have a look at the duck pond. But on the way, we found this unexpected treat:

November 1991! I remember it so well…the first time I ever cried about a celebrity dying. And possibly the last. Oh Freddie. Too much love will kill you, just as sure as none at all.

Roo, as ever, was uninterested in rock history. Oh look, a duck.

And another duck! This one tried to steal Roo’s Haribo cake. Though its baby did not, as the boy alleges, try to drink from his flask.

It’s a bit of a random piece of green, right next to the shopping centre and a busy road, but it’s a nice place to hang out, with some cool mosaic benches:

And it gave us time to eat our cakes. Roo was feeling fine at this point. Remember that.

We met our friends and started making plans for the day. The original idea was to visit the Bedfont Lakes Country Park, right on the western edge of the Borough of Hounslow, but the sky was looking threateningly grey. As it began to make good on those threats, we rapidly recalculated. There was a soft play a few minutes away and that would give Roo a chance for a run about. Baby H was due a sleep and we could have a gossip. It all worked pretty smoothly.

The soft play is called Little Pins, and it’s in the same building as the bowling alley at Leisure West. It’s not hugely signposted, so it might not be obvious that it’s there. But now you know, should you ever have a child to entertain on a rainy day in Feltham. It was £4 for an hour and, for the most part, I could just keep a vague eye on Roo while having a catch up. Lovely.

By now, we were getting hungry and there was a Pizza Hut just over the car park. So, it seemed like an obvious choice – who doesn’t love the bargainous buffet and refillable drink, especially when they have one of those fancy new Pepsi machines that does loads of different flavours (You want 7UP Light Cherry? You got it!). Roo had a huge milkshake that he downed in seconds:

We ate some pizza and then, out of nowhere, Roo said he needed to be sick.

Huh. That’s not good.

He wasn’t sick – he just said he felt funny, went to the loo a few times, did some colouring and then perked up enough to eat dessert.

Then he said he felt sick again. And again he wasn’t.

This was all very odd, until I remembered the smoothie he’d had on the train. I fished it out of his rucksack, took a look at the ingredients and found a few things in there – guarana, flax seeds – that might possibly be playing havoc with his insides. I feel kinda responsible – I’d briefly wondered if it was suitable for him, but there wasn’t much else to choose from, given he doesn’t like orange juice. So we’d grabbed that with the coffee and hoped for the best. Don’t do what I did. Avoid the black label smoothies for kids. They’re not as innocent as they seem.

With all these gastric shenanigans going on, you’d think I would have whipped him straight back home for some rest and TLC. But home was a long way away, and the stale air and rocking motion of a train didn’t seem awesome for a nauseous boy. So, we went to the park. Feltham Park, to be exact. And once there, he was fine again. I think the episode had passed. Besides, the sun was out.

Feltham Park is a pretty big green area with a new and extensive playground. There is stuff for bigger kids, and a toddler area segregated by bushes:

There were some touches I really liked, like this weather station, in colourful 60s colours:

I also loved that it had a weather for what today was like:

Partly sunny. How very British and understated and also, how very true.

There were other interactive boards, where you could sort things by number or learn about sea creatures, and obviosuly there were climbing frames, swings for all sizes and slides. Plus a zipwire that Roo fell off and bruised his bottom.

Oh, and here’s a trophy to add to my Bins of the Boroughs collection:

We had a fun play, but it was time to get back if we wanted to avoid the rush hour. The train back to Waterloo was swift and there were none of the…internal problems I had anticipated. The only havoc played was the one in the Marvel top trumps set (rubbish card, by the way…but I cared not as I had Wolverine).

The reverse journey to Liverpool Street on the 26 was every bit as slow and the journey there. By the time we’d be staring at St Paul’s for halfa superhero alphabet, I decided we should get off and walk. It was a good plan, and we we found a pretty double helix en route:

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We also found the Sugar Building, which excited us for – I suspect – different reasons. I have a weak spot for “The Apprentice”, Reuben likes structures made out of stuff you can eat. Everyone’s a winner.

I get lost and disorientated in the Square Mile, so I had looked at Google Maps before we started walking and plotted a course to Liverpool St. Straight up, past St Paul’s tube, turn right onto London Wall at the Museum of London, all simple from there. It would work fine as long as I didn’t get distracted. Ooh, flowers:

Yes, we meandered off down an interesting looking alleyway – I thought it would lead to Postman’s Park but it clearly didn’t. But we did see some very old bits of wall, and managed to get back onto the newer Wall with relative ease….and then Liverpool St was a mere toddle away.

Basically, don’t let the Striking Man bring you down. Anything is possible, and even days out in the far reaches of Hounslow can be done with a little teeth-gritting. It was a fun day, and I have no regrets bar the smoothie. Let’s see how I fare against the might of the Victoria Line closure next…

Posted in Creating precious childhood memories or something (days out) | Tagged eating out, parks, playground, soft play, West London | Leave a comment

The LWAT Summer Project 2015

Posted on August 5, 2015 by katese11

Yes, it’s the summer holidays and, a couple of weeks in, I’m finally ready to announce the LWAT Summer Project. We are going to visit all 32 London boroughs. Obviously not all this month. That would be madness, especially given that we are cut off from the rest of the world by the Victoria Line closure. But happily, we’ve already conquered the majority of the list. Just look where we’ve been so far:

Which means we have these still to go:

Bexley
Havering
Hillingdon
Hounslow
Kingston upon Thames
Sutton

Progress is being made – we’ve been to Ealing already, and are hoping for Hounslow tomorrow, tube strike permitting, but it could be a challenge. Do you live in Bexley or Hillingdon and want to invite us over for tea? We’ll see you there…

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A Public Service Announcement

Posted on August 2, 2015 by katese11

I know -I’m bursting out of my BlogMould and actually telling you useful and relevant information. Bear with me.

Everyone and their wife knows that the top end of the Victoria Line is closed for 3 weeks this August, starting on 8th August (this Saturday!) and carrying on till 30th August (Seven Sisters to Walthamstow Central is closed, but fewer services on the rest of the line). Even Reuben knows that and he’s making alternate travel plans. But what he doesn’t realise, along with many other commuters, is the knock-on effect it’ll have on other services, particularly London Overground. Click here for the TfL page, but I’m going to summarise some highlights that may have passed you by.

* Live in St James St and commute into Liverpool St? Well, start replanning now. St James St will be exit-only until 9:30 and, obviously, Blackhorse Rd will have no Victoria Line. Walthamstow Central overground will be crazily busy, so your best bet is probably to get the bus to Leyton and hop on the Central Line. Which may also be busier than usual…be warned.

* Live in Chingford, Wood Street or Highams Park and run for that early morning train? Well, run faster. The trains will be departing 2 minutes earlier, so that post school run 9:01 will be an 8:59. Thank goodness there’s no school run to contend with…

* Live in Clapton? Get walking. Services won’t stop there before 9:30am. Luckily, you are right at the end of the 38 bus route- one of London’s most frequent routes – so you should at least be able to get onto one of those.

* Live in a bunch of other places I’ve never been to? Edmonton Green, Enfield Town, White Hart Lane, Silver Street, Bush Hill Park – you’re looking at a one minute early departure. Edmonton Green will also not be served by Abellio Greater Anglia services. I’m hoping that if this is your station, it makes more sense to you than it does to me…

There is some good news – there are two rail replacements buses being laid on, and an extra temporary service – the 558, which goes from Chingford Mount to Seven Sisters via Blackhorse Rd. Rail replacement bus A follows the Victoria Line route – Walthamstow Central, Blackhorse Rd, Tottenham Hale, Seven Sisters – and Rail Replacement bus B goes from Walthamstow Central to Stratford, skimming near St James St station on the way.

But – and this is a big but and I do not lie – there’s loads of other stuff on that info page which is just kinda slipped in there with all the closure information. Like the fact that the car park at Walthamstow Central will be closed throughout the works, so that’s one less way to get to the Overground. Similarly, the car park at Blackhorse Rd will be half closed, to accommodate the rail replacement buses. Oh, and there’s the fact that the escalators at Walthamstow Central will be undergoing maintenance from now until April 2016!! They will be permanently set on “upwards only” from September to April, except during the morning peak (07:00-09:30), effectively turning the station from a buggy-friendly one into a nightmare. Either travel during rush hour or carry your buggy down a huge flight of stairs. And wheelchair users? Don’t go there. I mean it literally. And for anyone who shuddered at that last part, take note of this tiny nugget re Rail Replacement Bus A: “A small proportion of buses may not offer step free access.” Make of that what you will.

None of this has been widely advertised, but it has been discreetly popped in to a page full of other information. Talk about a good day to bury bad news! The bottom line is to work from home or do what everyone expects you to do in August and bugger off on holiday. For 3 weeks. We’re doing a bit of that during the closure and I have my (heaven-sent) local job, meaning that none of this is actually my problem – if all else fails, I’ll be dusting off my trainers. But I fear for Nathan and all my friends who actually need to work over August. I only hope that this post has arrived in time for you all to figure out how to handle three weeks of crazy.

Bon Voyage!

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