Hello all! It has been a while since my last post - sorry! I've been mighty busy, so here's a long entry to make up for it!
Well... If you're a follower of mine, and you've been paying attention, you'll know my husband is a professional illustrator. He's represented by an agency based in London and New York. They have illustrators from all over Britain and a few from America on their books, so all the work is discussed and allocated via email or phone. That's why every year the Agency throws an amazing party on a beautiful farm in Sussex, England. All the agents, illustrators and their families get to meet up and chat face-to-face. No phones. No computers. Real life interaction.
We used to hop on a plane and attend every year, and then, well. Jack happened. And it wasn't so easy anymore. However, he's reached the age now where traveling is an exciting adventure, and we can take him anywhere. So, one plane journey, several tube stops, a long train ride and a taxi later we found ourselves in Sussex. If there was a prize for furthest travelled, the cup would have belonged to us. It was so worth it though. What fun this little boy had! Between all the games and toys (tug o' war, sack races, space hoppers, and a sand pit) great company, and amazing food, he just couldn't bear to leave.
Jack wore the American Apparel Californian fleece raglan jumper, the flannel button up shirt, and 5 pocket jeans. All wardrobe staples. He also wore the Hunter red kids original boots. Thanks to my great sponsors for sending these along.
Check out the hog roast. The crackling at these parties is the best most amazing crackling I have ever tasted. It's definitely my food heaven. "Look at the pig, Mummy!" Jack shouted. "Yes, we'll be eating that later" I replied. The look on his face said it all. "No. We don't eat pig!"I tried explaining to him that we do indeed eat pig. And cows, and chickens. He scanned my eyes desperately for any clue that I was only teasing. So then I felt awful and distracted him with a space hopper. I guess we'll keep that buried in the box of horrible home truths we eventually have to tell our children, along with there is no Santa and Daddy isn't really a king on the planet Ginger.
Tug o' war. Jack
helps hampers efforts during the kids trials. Mummy wins it for the girls.