Rain, rain, go away

The sun came out just long enough yesterday to almost dry out our lawn. I urged Jason to get out there with the mower before the grass threatened to engulf our home and several small animals. Sure enough, as soon as the last of the grass cuttings were squeezed into our green bin, the heavens opened yet again and down came the rain.

Now, I know I should count my blessings. I am not stuck on the M5 motorway overnight because flood-struck traffic is at a standstill. I did not have to wade in waist-deep water to the shops for emergency water supplies. My children were not stuck on the roof of their school waiting for helicopter rescue. All these things have happened to English people just to the south of us in the past few days (and just to the north of us in previous weeks). No, I am Just Sick Of The Rain.

I blame Tony Blair for leaving office. Vineyards flourished in Yorkshire during his 10-year term of globally warmed weather. No sooner does Gordon Brown step in but the depths of a miserable Scottish Highland storm descend on the nation. A summer of dour gloom indeed. (apologies to all Scots who thinks their weather is perfectly fine, thank you very much)

It seems that extreme weather is the new norm for all of us, whether we live in Tewkesbury-under-water, severe-heatwave struck Spain or bitterly cold wintery Sydney. But the impact is for carbon-footprint aware Poms to immediately buy any remaining ticket they can find on a jet plane heading as far south as they can in search of the sun... fuelling further carbon emissions into the atmosphere. Forget the claims that "Northumberland is the new Riviera" - reality has hit home with a vengeance and those who chose to holiday at home are wearing wellies rather than bikinis.

As for us... well Dylan's school holidays have just begun and I will take advantage of any non-rainy moment to tour the rest of the midlands before we head back to Sydney spring. Yesterday we took a wonderful steam train ride along the Churnet Valley (in Staffordshire), with brightly coloured canal boats alongside the train tracks. And our August family holiday will be spent in... Scotland. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!

Ciao Toscana

A week in the Tuscan hills was just what we needed - a reminder that the sun is actually shining, and even hot, elsewhere in Europe. Our farmhouse apartment was perfect (http://www.toscana-vaianino.it/farmhouse.htm). Incredible views over the hills, vineyards and ancient town of Volterra, which lit up in the most extraordinary colours at sunset. A sparkling pool that the kids loved to splash in. Enough space for us all to get some rest at night. And the company of our friends the Holmes a Courts, with whom we created a formidable travelling tribe around the neighbouring towns... 4 parents, 6 kids and one nanny.

Dylan loved the medieval festival in the castle town of Monteriggioni - a late night party with knights re-enacting battles, large hunks of wild boar and lots of dressing up. The next day all the kids staged their own mock battles in the streets of Volterra with their new wooden shields. We also explored Florence... fabulous shopping, where I am sure I heard Sam utter his first full sentence "You don't need more shoes, mama." Jason thinks it was just my subconscious. Dylan was impressed with the Ponte Vecchio, although he would have preferred it lined with toy shops, not jewellery shops. Neither he or Will had much good to say about the statue of David. "It's just a man with no clothes on!"

Dylan also loved climbing the tower of San Gimignano with Jason, while Sam and I checked out the best gelato in Italy and blew bubbles in the piazza.

But of course the main reason for the trip was Ian and Julie's wedding on the Thursday. A magical night in the most amazing Italian villa, which dated back to the 16th century and had connections to the Medicis, the second world war and the Italian film industry of the 20th century. It was great to catch up with so many old friends around the pool that evening, even though our babysitting obligations meant we couldn't fully partake in all the wild celebrations - which were only just beginning when we left at midnight. Aaah, I remember the days... The kids were excited to join in the recovery BBQ the next day, and kept everyone busy in the pool.

Dylan and Sam both learned to say "Ciao!" and returned with a new found love of pizza. Making new friends was definitely a plus for them, and they can't wait to see them again when we get back to Australia. I could have done with another few days over there... now we are back, the 2 months remaining looms like a logistical nightmare deadline. If I can just stay in denial for another 6 weeks, all will be good.

Flying high in Bristol

Dylan finally realised his dream of boarding a Concorde during our recent weekend in Bristol. Jason pre-booked a tour of the Concorde Museum at Filton, where they were manufactured until recently. The tour guide was impressed with Dylan's knowledge, and that he had brought his Concorde fact book with him. Dylan loved seeing the cockpit and the toilets on board. It was definitely a highlight of his stay here, although he is disappointed we can't fly one home to Sydney.

He pointed out that if Britain had teamed up with Australia to develop it, instead of France, it would probably still be flying.

Why Bristol? I had a meeting with a writing agency there, about setting up their Australian office when we get back. It seemed like a good idea to make a weekend of it - Jason and I had never been before. And although it was cold and wet (like everywhere else in England for the past 6 weeks...) it was a great destination. A harbour town, with seagulls and history, and easy to walk about.

We stayed at the Novotel, which actually did prove to be a good family-friendly choice. I am always a little nervous when we are all stuck in one small room, but the boys were on best hotel-behaviour form, and especially loved the buffet breakfasts. They happily played in the hotel bar with some kids who turned out to be from Bellingen, of all places. You just can't get away from these Aussies!

After (damply) walking around the harbour restaurants and cafes, we opted for some history at the excellent Museum of Empire and Commonwealth. A special exhibition commemorated the 200th anniversary of the abolition of the slave trade in Britain. Jason and I found it fascinating, the kids not so much and I am still trying to work out the exact connection with Bristol. It's hard to read a full sentence in a museum if Dylan is bored...

The next morning we had coffee in the lovely village suburb of Clifton, famous for Brunel's suspension bridge (which we braved strong winds to walk across) and then began our journey home. My poor car started overheating and had to be towed from Worcester - so a 2 hour drive turned into 7. The boys enjoyed their ride in the back of a tow truck for the first 10 minutes at least.

And now we are busy packing yet again... off to Tuscany tomorrow, where every weather report I look at guarantees sunshine. Hooray!

Living the life in London

If you are going to spend 4 days in London with two small boys, then taking over Rachel and Kieron's life is probably the best way to do it. They kindly loaned us their 5 bedroom Clapham Common home, complete with toys, scooters and pushchair, and their BMW chelsea-tractor complete with sat-nav, while they escaped to the much warmer and drier climate of Italy.

The sat-nav is probably still recovering from Jason's blatant ignoring of all instructions to get us from south of the river to Highgate - but what can you expect when she insisted on going via Camden Town on a Saturday, which we know to be feral-market day? By the end of the stay we were sold on her talents and also on the idea of avoiding the tube at all costs when it is cold and wet with tots in tow. The car made it easy to do quick drive-bys of our old London life; Primrose Hill, Waterlow Park and our old Highgate flat. We tried to imagine living there with children now, but the sight of mums pushing toddlers around in plastic covered buggies while also holding the super-marketing and an umbrella definitely looked grim.

The highlight was probably our only attempt at tourist-behaviour, a trip on the London Eye. Both boys were absolutely thrilled with every minute of our journey around the skies of London in a glass pod on the giant ferris wheel - not at all scared. It was a great way to give them some sense of the city.

Also on our hit-list was the Princess Diana memorial playground (absolutely brilliant until the sudden downpour), Battersea Park Zoo (an hidden gem for little kids, especially the brilliant meerkat enclosures with a tunnel where you could crawl in amongst them) and the Science Museum (I'll just say I would have preferred to be across the road at the V&A - but the boys loved all things to do with space and motoring).

We did of course catch a few double decker buses, and succumbed to the idea of showing Dylan the biggest toy shop in the world, Hamley's on Regent St - which surprisingly didn't cost us a fortune, but unsurprisingly is the only reason he can give us for returning to London while we are still here. 5 floors of toys were covered by Jason and Dylan in just 45 minutes - while Sam and I cruised the much hipper Carnaby St.

When we met at the bus stop later, Dylan proudly presented Sam with the small toy he had selected for him - a tractor. "Yay, Dee-da!" squealed Sam, delightedly. I was just as delighted with my quick spree at Muji and Ollie & Nic around the corner.

We returned by train, in a carriage full of camped out scouts who turend out to be useful babysitters during the 2 hour journey. It could have been a lot worse - they could have been mud-drenched Glastonbury evacuees. Sam is still obsessed with the train journey and tells everyone he meets that he, Dada, Mama and Dee-da went on a choo-choo. He loved it.