I feel like I rush everywhere these days. I remember giving myself an hour to get ready for work in the morning. Now I can get dressed, eat breakfast and look vaguely human in five minutes. These days it seems like a never ending list of things that need sorting before I can leave the house.
Since I started the blog I have been meaning to visit our local museum. I remember going to local museums and heritage centres with my Dad as a child. I remember the stuffed animals and a strange handmade rug. I also remember feeling like those places were for me and I was so familiar with them that I was happy to be back there where I knew I was welcome. I want Thing 1 and Thing 2 to feel that way about their local museum and I know from the work I have done in the past that audience development starts young.
Having said this I have put off this trip, even though the museum is only a 15 minute walk away. I forward think all of my trips out of the house with The Things, especially when I am on my own. I knew the museum had a new entrance, which was up stairs. There was going to be a flat entrance somewhere but how was I going to get the pushchair to it? I had been think about what would happen once we were inside, can I fit the pushchair around the museum? What if Things 1 and 2 make a lot of noise and ruin other peoples experience? They get restless in their pushchair. Will I be able to get them out? Will they touch everything? I also knew the museum was on two levels and in an old building and couldn’t remember if there was a lift. So many things to think about. But I thought it was time to give it a go.
While I was feeding Thing 1 and Thing 2 lunch I had a quick look online to check that the museum was open that afternoon. It was but it was closing at 4pm. Slight panic. It was 2.30pm and The Things were just finishing lunch. That was not a lot of time for me to get Things 1 and 2 cleaned up, change nappies, get sun lotion on (vital I know but it takes ages with toddlers), get shoes on, get two toddlers into their pushchair and walk to the museum before it closed. So, I rushed and 40 minutes later we were standing outside the museum.
The flat entrance to museum was not far from the main entrance but I had to ring a bell to get let in. I waited a little while until someone popped their head out of the door and asked if I wanted to get in. Once inside a very friendly volunteers gave a cheery greeting and a quick over view of the museum and said she would show us to the lift when we were ready to go upstairs. Excellent. A lift.
I decided to keep The Things in their pushchair as we walk about downstairs as there was a door open to let in some air and they would have just run straight out of it. Things 1 and 2 were having a good look about as I wondered but they don’t like to be in their pushchair when it is stationary and moaned every time I tried to stop and read something. As a result I can’t tell you much about what was downstairs as I couldn’t stand still long enough to find out. Thing 1 and Thing 2 were quite interested in the statue of King Alfred which gave me a moment to read a few bits. I did think at this point that the museum visit would be over in five minutes if The Things wouldn’t settle, so we went upstairs. Here is where it all got better.
Upstairs there was a main door to a corridor which lead to various rooms. Perfect, as long as I was between Things 1 and 2 and that door they could get out and explore. I had a quick check and realised that the museum was already toddler proofed as the vast majority of the exhibitions were behind glass. Hurrah, The Things couldn’t break anything. So, I got them out of their pushchair and let them explore. Like most toddlers, they don’t walk, they run and they moved very fast around the rooms but they were looking and pointing and chatting away to each other in their toddler babble. They liked the exhibition of costumes from the local amateur dramatics groups and they enjoyed trying on hats in the dressing up area. What they enjoyed most was space. There was plenty of space for them to move about in and as there wasn’t anyone else in the museum I wasn’t worried about the noise they were making or that they might knock someone over. I had to keep a very close eye on them as they could still run out of the door and a couple of cabinets were at the perfect height for their heads but in general felt relaxed in the space and even got to learn a bit myself. I particularly liked the room with photos of the high street through the years.
I was feeling pretty smug that I had achieved an enjoyable visit to the museum with two toddlers but if you read my blog you will know that Thing 1 and Thing 2 enjoy a bit of mischief. While I was chatting to a member of staff The Things managed to pull a bike over and pull the back wheel off. Preying they hadn’t broken anything we ran over to check they and the bike were ok. Thankfully no harm and I have been reminded not to take my eyes off of them.
All in all it was a great trip. We bought a book in the shop on our way out about visiting a museum and we read it at bedtime that evening. We will be going back to the museum and hopefully exploring a few more as I know lots of our local towns have museums or heritage centres.


The bonus with Avebury Manor is that the National Trust own so much land around The Manor, including the stone circle. Avebury’s stone circle dates back to before Stonehenge and is bigger, plus you can walk around it and in and out of it. This meant space for a nice picnic followed by a walk around some of the stones, which was a great end to our visit. Thing 1 and Thing 2 had done so much running around that they crashed before we even left the car park and they slept well that night.
Months ago Daddy mentioned that he would like to see Pink live. He must have had a sixth sense because she announced her tour just a few weeks later. Tickets were purchased and one of my sisters booked to babysit. All we had to do was wait eight months for the gig.
Once Thing 1 had calmed down and we were sure we didn’t need a hospital trip we decided to go to the park and listen to the band. It wasn’t quite the live music I had planned for that day but I would not have enjoyed myself being so far away from Thing 1, worrying that he might get concussion. Both Things had a great time as usual at the park. They got to run around, dance and clap along to the band. There was the usual mix of ages, families and groups of friends all enjoying the music on a sunny day.
I have been going to Menorca, the smallest of the Balearic Islands, since I was three years old. Both of my parents have property on the Island and my Grandparents lived there over for ten years. It is like a second home.
As we followed the crowds of people, I did get separated from my family but I knew we were heading in the same direction and Thing 1 seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere. We eventually came to the area where the horses present themselves. A whole bank of children were waiting on a raised area and each rider and horse in turn presented themselves, the more advance riders did have a short dance to rapturous applause. We were close at this point and with no barriers the people move quickly out of the way of the horses. I was concentrating hard on making sure The Thing strapped to my front was safe whilst also enjoying the moment and allowing him take it in. Daddy and Thing 2 even patted a horse. Thing 2 was over the moon and started making horse sounds.
Have I mentioned how hot it was? I was starting to melt, The Things were starting to grizzle and we were all thirsty so we decided to make our way out of the throng of excitement and find water. This was quite a walk with a hot toddler strapped to me and at one point I did start to feel a little feint. My sister came to the rescue and took over the baby carrying and we eventually made to a bar for a rewarding drink. We even let Things 1 and 2 have a wonder around the quieter streets with their reins. Reins is something new to me. It all looks easy but so far I have not successfully taken both twins out on reins. It does however work when there is one adult per child and my sister enjoyed a bit of auntie time following around a toddler.
This was the briefest of moments soaking up a bit of local culture and I did think was it worth it? The answer is yes. Ok, I nearly passed out, Things 1 and 2 only lasted about 45 minutes before grizzling, it was hot and sticky and all we got was a brief glimpse of the fun, but I love it. One of the things I love most about travelling is experiencing the local culture and it was everywhere. Small children running around, teenagers all dressed in their fiesta t-shirts, locals all sitting outside their homes. It’s great to immerse yourself in it, even briefly. And I hope Thing 1 and Thing 2 will grow up enjoying and appreciating how different and how exciting it is to experience something new from another culture.
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We (that’s Daddy and I) have been National Trust members for a few years now. There are lots of lovely places to visit near us and its been great when we have been travelling around the UK to explore local heritage sites. When Thing 1 and Thing 2 were born we continued our membership and last year enjoyed pushing the pram around some beautiful sites.
One of the things I love about going to a National Trust property is that I feel welcome, even with my energetic toddlers. There are two play areas at Tyntesfield and both cafes have a large amount of highchairs. National Trust cafes always have a children’s option for food and there are often activities for families to join in with. As we walked trough the house we were encouraged to find the llamas that were hidden in every room. I feel like the National Trust gets families and welcomes us with open arms.




I always belonged to the library when I was living back home in Essex. I joined as a child, used it as a student and even worked with the library service through several of my job roles. I consider libraries to be a community hub. Obviously it’s a great place to borrow books but nowadays you can also borrow DVDs, use their computers, join a group or even watch performances. So, I am ashamed to say that even though I have lived in Wiltshire for over four years I still hadn’t joined the libraries. But now that I have Things 1 and 2, I thought it was time.