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When you have a monkey* at home, what better way to spend a Saturday than send them up into the trees? So now that Lime is 6 and just over 1m tall, we thought it a great idea to head over to Guildford.
Of course, we started the day with the local parkrun in Stoke Park (read all about it – as usual – over on Blog7t) then headed over to Wild Wood Treetop Adventure (specifically ‚Wild Kids‘), in the same park. A quick introduction from their website:
The UK’s most exciting treetop adventure, ropes and zipwire course in Guildford, Surrey.
Experience the thrill of negotiating rope bridges, wobbly crossings and zip wires high up in the trees like a modern-day Tarzan. All the time perfectly safe as you are continuously connected to the safety wire by our ‚Saferoller‚ system. No tedious unclipping and clipping back on, you will be free to enjoy the treetop obstacles safe and unhindered.
You can book three different adventures in the woods. Wild Wood Adventure is our main course designed for Adults and adventurous Children from 11 years old. Wild Kids is for youngsters aged 6 to 12 years and Wild Wood Challenge is for groups and team building and is suitable for ages Adults and Children from 10 years old.
You will find free parking, freshly brewed coffee, snacks, a very warm welcome from the Wild Wood Crew. . . and an experience you will not forget! We hope to see you soon!
I opted to stay on the ground and take photos, but will definitely take park next time. It looked like a lot of fun, even though I’m sure I’d be trembling in my boots. The Husband certainly did, though it had been his idea to do this activity.
In any case, Lime was all for it and couldn’t wait to go up. We got thrown together with a group of 6 girls on a 9th birthday trip, who set off before us. Which was good, since they were much faster. Lime was in front of The Husband and, man, she was braver than I thought she’d be. Mostly that’s down to her being scared to do the oddest things, so I honestly expected her to get up there and go Noooo. But I was wrong and happy to admit it.
The Husband took a bit to get going, which I can relate to, as we both ’suffer‘ from vertigo and issues with heights, but he found his courage
in the tunnels in the end and off they went.
The course is a 2-parter and you get one hour to do it in. Part 1 has 8 elements and the last three were a zipline, then a line to cross and another zipline that leads back to the ground from where you continue on to part 2. For some reason, Lime could not cope with the that second to last one so one of the wonderful instructors offered to come up and help her across. The instructors were fab, actually. They playfully instructed everybody, hung around to check everyone was having fun and getting on and offered support for struggling adventurers.
In the end, we managed part 1 only as the guys ran out of time (we had signed in for 11pm to 12pm), but we already promised Lime we’d come back. The Husband already promised he’ll never do anything like this again. 😉
We shall see.
Once back down on solid ground, we headed back to the car to drop jumpers and change out of running gear, as we had plans to walk into Guildford town for lunch. On route, I had seen a poster advertising the Street Food Picnic, which sounded yummy, so that was our destination. We walked through Stoke Park and down to the High Street, not entirely sure where to go, but soon found our way. The event took place in Allen House Gardens, on two levels: the vendors stood on a basketball court, and the Picnic Area was on the grassy upper level and included a DJ, Yoga corner and Kids corner. Also Cupcake tents and one of two bars.
As expected, the lower area provided tents offering curry, Thai food, BBQ food and other delicacies. I opted for ‚Option No 3‘ (Avocado, Omelette, Cheese & Salad in a wrap) and a large Pimm’s. Lime had a kid’s sized Artisan Neapolitan Sourdough pizza and chips. The Husband ended up with an overpriced but tasty Sweet Potato Carribean something pie. And fancy ‚crafty slaw‘.
We sat on hay bales and ate and people watched. I spotted an ex colleague from 8 years ago, but didn’t say hi. The food was ok, but for the price of it, we could’ve gone to a restaurant (For the three of us we paid just over £30). And here we thought Street Food was quick and cheap. And humble.
What is Street Food: It’s food (duh). It’s feel-good. It’s theatre. It’s insanely great flavours. It’s inexpensive. It’s community. It’s great Buzzfeed material. Excellent for Instagram likes too. (Source: Streetfood.org.uk)
People enjoy street food for a number of reasons: for a quick, inexpensive bite on the run, to sample flavorful local or exotic food in a social setting, to experience new ethnic cuisines, and to support entrepreneurs, small food businesses and local vendors. (Source: Streetfoodinstitute.org)
Anyway, after eating we went up to the picnic area where I bought Lime a mini cupcake and myself a delicious Salted Caramel Chocolate Biscuit sandwich. Then we sat down to relax while Lime ran off to play with a bunch of kids. It was nice. She ended up doing Yoga with ‚Mila – Café Yoga‚ and really enjoyed it.
Afterwards we headed home (but not without a quick tea break back in the car park), as it approached the evening and traffic seemed to be a nightmare, thanks to a collapsed bridge on the M20. We did get home alright, though.
*The Husband sometimes calls Lime ‚monkey’… sorry it’s not more exciting :p
1. soft, sticky matter resulting from the mixing of earth and water.
„ankle deep in mud, we squelched across a meadow“
synonyms: mire, sludge, slush, ooze, silt, clay, gumbo, dirt, soil;
Lime loves running. But running through mud and over obstacles is even better, so The Husband signed her up to another one of ULTM8 Warrior’s Obstacle Course Challenges for Juniors. Her first was back in June; read about it here on Blog7t.
This particular OCR (Obstacle Course Race) was part of Mudstock, a ‚family fun weekend‘ that took place from Friday 29th July until Sunday 31st July 2016. Think Fitness meets Woodstock, but without the music (unless someone brings a guitar or speakers). We would have loved to do the whole weekend, but it was all a bit short notice and we don’t own a tent (yet!) so maybe, possibly we sign up for it next year.
On this lovely sunny morning, we arrived just after 9am when it was still pretty quiet. The Split Screen Coffee Company had their fabulous VW van there, and I got myself a lovely Mocha and 3 pieces of Banana Bread for us to share. Meanwhile, The Husband and Lime checked out the course and its obstacles.
Race Start was 10.15am and everybody and their kitchen sink lined up at the start for the 4-6 years wave. Unlike last time where she was almost last, Lime was off like (a) Flash and entered the forest bit in third position, lead by Thor. I had to wait quite some time for her to come back out. The Husband was with her, to take photos and just see her do her running thing, and I wondered whether she got stuck in the mud (yep!) or refused to go in said mud (nope!).
A few kids had overtaken her, some crying, some not doing all the obstacles, most with parents clinging to them, but as far as I know she finished as second girl. Not that anybody cared or mentioned it (Last time, they had a podium and the first three boys & girls got a mention and cheer.) Oh well…
As with all runs, all finishers got a medal. The Husband ran off for a run along the course (if you follow him on Strava, you can check out the course map), while Lime and I fought to the death with the giant Q-Tips (or Pugil Sticks, as they’re called in the professional world). To the DEATH, I tell ya! Good fun, that…
Afterwards, we took a little walk up the hill to check out the Mudstock village. Sadly, it seemed as if most people had gone home already. Only a few tents were still there and not much of all the other things this event offers. We did get some lovely views of the local countryside, though.
Back down in the valley, we discovered the shower/wash area and took the opportunity to wash Lime’s muddy shoes, two pairs because we had gone into the forest once more, to see the muddy parts. A few others were also using the big basin to wash (though the water was anything but suitable) and we ended up in a splash war with a boy called Justin and his mum. (Side Note: A Pizza van had turned up at the end, which strikes me as really odd and a wasted opportunity, but what can you do. I don’t book the entertainment)
And finally we headed back home, listening to the #GermanGP on BBC5 Live, which lost its signal under every bridge, no matter how small.
Photos by copy7t (the ones with me in them :p )and me, myself & I
Back in May, my friend Iggy (who lives in Berlin) asked whether I fancied joining him at the above mentioned event. Of course, I said, Yes Please! A chance to get out and do something fun that doesn’t involve the child? Hell yeah! Those moments don’t come around very often, you know?
London was packed, unsurprisingly so, I might add. Pride In London was in town and the area around Picadilly Circus and Regent’s Street was heaving.
We sought and found shelter, a good view and lunch in Pizza Hut. I had already eaten so only had a Strawberry Milkshake and a slice of Deep Pan pizza that Iggy was kind enough to share. The view, btw, was fantastic!
Several soda refills and a good chat later it neared 5pm and we went on our merry way to the Picturehouse. In it, we killed the time with a latte and mocha, but the drinks were still hot when we walked upstairs and found the band, filmmakers and guests.
I’m pretty sure Iggy was vibrating with excitement so I just stood back and listened and took photos…and tried not to scald my tongue on the still hot Mocha, which I finished just in time for the film. Let me quote Progress Film to explain what ADbM is about:
In 2006, five-piece rock and roll band I Like Trains were the toast of the music industry. They were signed to a major label and playing sold out tours around the world. They had money, momentum and were fulfilling their dreams. A Divorce Before Marriage picks up the story five years later, where, due to the decline of the music industry and a change in their fortune, the band are now in a very different position, fighting for their lives to exist in a wildly different musical landscape, trying to financially support themselves through dead end jobs and low paid gigs.
Over the course of the next three years, we document each band member as they adjust to their new found lifestyle, moving away from the bright lights and dizzying heights of music stardom and into the real world where careers, family and adulthood are paramount. Self-organised tours and the independent release of their third album serve as a reminder of a life once lived. This is now a band in the middle, steadfast in their determination to succeed in a stagnant music industry.
Capturing the timeless, bittersweet beauty of Yorkshire, A Divorce Before Marriage is a cinematic portrait of five men battling to express themselves against the detritus of everyday life. It isn’t just a film about a band, it represents a struggle which every creative in modern Britain can understand: leading double lives to keep artistic freedom alive. As filmmakers, this was something we could relate to ourselves.
This film was financed through a Kickstarter Campaign:
After nearly two years of shooting, we launched a Kickstarter campaign for the film. With a trailer to show the direction of the film and a significant fan base of the band to appeal to, the campaign was a big success. We smashed through our initial goal of £16,000 to raise over £28,000 in funding. After the campaign was over, we took a step back and looked hard at the film we wanted to make. We ended up shooting for another 18 months, allowing us to tell a three and a half year story.
If you’ve seen a few Channel4 documentaries, you know the style: wide angles, close ups, haunting music. It’s nothing new, but it’s gorgeous. I could look at stuff like that for hours.
At one point I got a bit worried about Iggy as the film suggested an imminent break-up of the band, but (SPOILER ALERT!) all ended well and on a positive note. He also briefly appeared in it, definitely a highlight!
The film was followed by a Q&A, which was hosted by former NME Editor Anthony Thornton, who – as he started off explaining – as his last act in office (so to speak) tried to get everyone to notice iLT.
The small After Party was an extension of the pre-party and the wine must have literally flowed, because we only managed to get one glass each. We did end up chatting to some of the band’s family and friends, which was lovely. Of course, we also ventured into #Brexit territory. We all agreed that it sucked.
A beer and Pimm’s later, we crashed (more like perched on the edge of) one of the sofas in the bar and watched the rest of the Croatia vs Portugal match, munching a late dinner of Sweet Potato chips. Yum.
All in all a fabulous evening. Thanks, Iggy. Have a good flight back to Berlin!
Eine neue Woche bringt mit sich einen neuen Meilenlauf. Heute mal in London City.
Zur Abwechslung sind wir dieses Mal nicht alleine unterwegs, sondern haben uns mit parkrun Freunden vor Ort verabredet. Unser Hauptquartier (HQ) haben wir einfachshalber gleich bei der Zielinie, vorm Starbucks angelegt. Wir sind alle in verschiedenen Wellen gelaufen, und somit war immer jemand bei den Taschen.
Schnell noch im Dunkeln bei Starbucks im Vorraum der nicht-funktionierenden Toilette in die Rennshorts geschlüpft und dann ans Ziel platziert um die Männer anzujubeln, die gingen nämlich zuerst los. Eine Meile dauert ja nicht lange, und 6 Minuten später war das dann auch schon wieder vorbei.
Als nächstes waren die Damen dran, da aber die erste Familien-Welle sich am Start versammeln musste, haben wir leider den Zieleinlauf verpasst.
Dann ging es auch endlich für uns los. Der Herr, Lime und ich. Im Gegensatz zur Westminster Mile, bei der ich völlig fertig war am Ende, ging es mir hier heute ganz gut und ich glaube ich hätte noch schneller oder länger laufen können. Aber es ging ja um Lime, also hab ich mich zurück gehalten.
Wir sind gut durchgekommen, inklusive Zickzack Lauf um die diversen City Fahrradständer usw.. Unsere Zeit belief sich auf 12.16 Minuten, was super ist aber ganz sicher noch besser geht.
Nach uns gab es noch zwei weitere Familien-Wellen und danach gabs die Rollstühle und die Elite. Wir haben uns alles angeschaut und bejubelt.
Und dann gings endlich zum Mittag. Leider nicht zum Hare-Krishna Restaurant Govinda in Soho, sondern zum Vegetarischen Inder Sagar im Covent Garden. Wollte ich zwar nicht hin, aber die Masse hatte gesprochen, also musste ich mit. Wenigstens gab es für mich leckeres Mango Lassi. Hmmmmm.
Vollgegessen hatten alle noch Platz für Veganes Eis von Yorika in Soho (für mich gabs Hot Chocolate Milano von Caffé Nero) und dann sind wir alle zusammen mit dem Zug zurück nach Dartford (ich hatte meine heisse Schokolade plus einen Kaffee für Den Herrn im Bahnhof gekauft und beinah den Zug nicht geschafft. 😮 )
Und jetzt wird Fussball geguggt und auf die Highlights der Formel 1 in Baku gewartet. Gute Nacht!