“Welcome to the Four Seasons, Mrs Scott,” the young woman at the front desk greeted us as we walked into the iconic San Francisco hotel. I know the luxury hotel group pride themselves on greeting guests by name (I’ve learned all about it at Four Seasons Uni). Still, I’m …
We’ve been to the Monterey Bay Aquarium a few times. I usually plan the day to make the most of it. This time, I let the girls take charge. From when we ate, to what we saw and did. Here’s how it turned out! Map in hand, my eldest (age …
When we visit my parents in the Bay Area, we are always on the look out for new things to do to give our girls a unique view of America. So when we spotted the Ride the Ducks former WWII DUKW vehicle driving around the street of San Francisco, we had to try it.
Our tour began at Taylor and Jefferson in the heart of Fisherman’s Wharf. We got there a little early to check out the rows of tourist shops and pick up some postcards to send back to our friends in the UK.
Is that it mummy? My 8-year-old daughter pointed at the large white metal boat/bus vehicle, with safari–like open windows and a big yellow duck printed on the side.
Wow. The Tech Museum of Innovation is a real Silicon Valley gem. I don’t usually rave about technology museums. They can be, erm, boring, conjuring up images of dusty mainframes, the first PC and maybe even an Apple II. Certainly kids would ask to leave as soon as you got there. But we’re in …
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Think Cornwall and you think wet suits and walking boots. Surfing. Coastal walks. Cornish pasties and cream teas. But how do you make the most of it with kids? It helps to base yourself somewhere that caters to children! As guests of the Sands Resort Hotel and Spa in North …
I’ve never been much of a camper. I blame my parents. When I was a baby, they took me and my three siblings (aged 5, 7 and 8) camping for the weekend in high country in Yosemite. In November. In a 1970s canvas tent. No one slept, except me (I …
It’s quiet this morning. None of the usual arguing over shoes and hair bands. No asking for pancakes. No un-flushed toilets. Just silence, sweetened occasionally by late spring chirps. A clock ticking, car whirring, tummy rumbling. Waiting. The girls were all away this weekend. The youngest two at Brownie camp …
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