What I have to share with you today, I am almost tempted to just do with pictures. Because I am so in love with my new discovery in Goodwood, West Sussex, I almost feel that words can’t do it justice. But this is me, Ms. Little Lewes, and if you’re a regular reader, you’ll know by now that I can’t not give you just a few details. I’ll try to keep it short though. Try…
Well we are back. On the floor with jet lag, but back nonetheless. Three weeks is a long time, you feel like you’ve been away for three years, and it feels like there’s so much time ahead of you no matter how many days have already passed. Then all of a sudden you’re in the final week and after 18 days of blue skies and blazing sunshine, it’s drizzling. And you find yourself actually ready (would you believe) to go home.
This is just a short post to say: so long, pals!
No, I don’t mean to sound so glib, I’ll give you a bit more than that: there won’t be anything new appearing on Little Lewes for the next three weeks. This afternoon myself and my little family are gliding off – or rather leaving on a jet plane! We are flying away to a place nine hours west of here for what is already a treasured adventure, we have talked so much about it.
A great day happened to us by total accident a couple of weeks ago and quite by accident it ended up being the moment my boys reviewed Project Jelly’s bright, practical jelly shoes.
I had contacted the shoes’ creator Natalie Collier about taking two pairs on holiday – one donated, one paid for. A couple of years ago she conceived the idea of creating traditional jelly shoes with JuJu Footwear such as we wore in the ’70s and ’80s, but in limited edition colours. She did this to raise money for Mencap (25% of sales go to the charity, which is close to Natalie’s heart for the help they have given her sister-in-law, Helen.)
So this week school breaks up and we’re officially IN the summer. YAY!
To celebrate, here’s a little round-up of the 10 unmissable things I suggest you do in and near Lewes this summer.
All pictures click through to the relevant post. Please bear in mind that some facts may be out of date and are only correct at the time of posting. Best use the URLs in the relevant posts to double-check opening times and prices, if they apply.
This year is the 100th anniversary of the birth of Tove Jansson, the author and illustrator of the eccentric, magical and beloved Moomintroll books. Both in her native Finland and around the world, there are events, exhibitions and reprints and new editions of her beloved books.
Our little town is well known for its independent spirit – and also for its independent shops. I personally make a real effort to buy from the High Street, or from Lewes folk, when it comes to presents. Of course it’s a supportive and green way to buy, but it’s also because the stuff available in Lewes is so good. Christmas, when our shops twinkle invitingly, is a particular pleasure.
Well, I am feeling quite dumb. It is VERY late in the day for this post, which should have reminded you probably a few days ago that Patina’s Moving On Parade takes place tomorrow. But I’m doing it now anyhow…
I guess you’ve noticed by now that I am blogging about some things beyond ‘things to do with kids in and near Lewes’. This is because I have to maintain my interest in blogging to keep blogging, but also because I have some interests outside my children and my town. Most of the posts beyond my original remit are largely related to children, children’s issues, design for kids, unisex fashion, kids apps, etc. But some – like this – are nothing to do with them.
This post kickstarts a new series. It’s time to share a bit of blog love. Because why not? I’m making this a series because it started as ‘I’ll blog about my five favourite blogs’ and then I realised I have loads of favourite blogs.
At the end of my post about rolling along at Cuckmere Haven, I mentioned that we timed everything badly.
Well, despite that, we also took a longer route home for some weird reason. I think the sun got to us.
Actually I’ll admit it: we were arguing about whether we could fit in a pint of prawns at the Tiger Inn as we went up the steep hill you ascend when you turn left out of Seven Sisters Cycle Co. I thought we could, but by the time we got to the top I had conceded, and we were heading home. Via Polegate.