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Thursday, 4 May 2017

"Dutch Disneyland" : Take the kids to Efteling theme park

Photo: Efteling
I'll be honest. The very words theme park make me lose the will to live. I picture myself trapped in a long, long queue, moving forwards inch-by-painful-inch, while being attacked by wasps, whingey kids and whiffs of hot-candy-dog-floss breath.

But a niggly little voice in my head kept taunting me: What kind of parent are you? Your daughter's almost 11 and you're not going to take her to do that whole Disney make-magical-childhood-memories thing even once?

So when I heard about Efteling theme park in the Netherlands – sometimes nicknamed the 'Dutch Disneyland' – my ears pricked up. It sounded sort of different. Sort of classy. Enticing even. I decided to take the risk ... and I didn't regret it one bit.

Here are 10 reasons to choose Efteling as an alternative to Disneyland.

#1  It's got the charm factor
Efteling was originally designed in the 50s by Dutch artist Anton Pieck – and you can feel the love! He insisted on using no concrete or plastic and paid incredible attention to detail. Even the bins are made of wicker baskets.
It's a bit like taking a stroll through a beautifully mature park, brimming with lakes, trees, flowers and quirky buildings – that just happens to have incredible rides and attractions in every nook and cranny. 
I mean, you don't expect to see a little gang of ducklings waddling towards the Haunted House, do you?
#2  It's humungus
Make no mistake. This is a Full Size theme park, as big and exciting as you could wish for. Twice the size of Disneyland California in fact. It's divided into four realms (Adventure, Fairy, Travel and Other) and to save your legs, a good-old fashioned stoomtrein runs around the whole park. 
But when I saw how gorgeous these little wooden carts for children were, I was desperate to pull my daughter every step of the way. 
"Er...Hellooo?" she protested. "I'm like, eleven." 

#3  It's fairytale (literally!)
Yes, Mickey Mouse, Dumbo and Disney Princesses are iconic, but any screen character is always going to feel a little superficial and commerical – especially when they're a human in a giant fluffy suit. Efteling, by contrast, is themed around fairytale, folklore and legend which taps into something deeper and more magical. The Fairytale Forest was truly enchanting. We followed meandering paths through the trees stumbling upon life-size creations of fairy stories that made us gasp just a little bit. 
I got an extra surge of excitement when I glimpsed Rapunzel in her tower through the trees. It was like my favourite childhood Ladybird book in real life.
#4  But you can still have a near-death experience (if that's your thing!)
You might think a theme park based on fairytale only has gentle, cutesy rides aimed at younger children. Wrong. There's a mind-blowing tangle of roller coasters. 
Like the one in darkness (Efteling's equivalent of Disney's Space Mountain), the one that flies off the track at the end and smashes you into water, the bobsleigh ride, and perhaps scariest of all, the one that plunges you vertically into a pit of steam – to the sound of angels singing! – and then immediately hauls you out upside down. Er, we gave that one a miss.
#5  You can avoid the crowds
The Dutch school holidays only overlap with the British ones so it is possible to visit at a time when the park is quiet. Really quiet. We went in the Easter holidays and waited in queues of 0 to10 minutes for each attraction. In two days we managed to do absolutely everything we wanted to do, everything we didn't think we wanted to do until we did it – and then do our favourites all over again.
#6  It's about half the price
Isn't it odd how you take your kids to places for their enjoyment but have to pay more for your own entrance ticket than you do for theirs? Efteling doesn't do that. Adult and child tickets are the same price – about £32 for the day. For a family of four, that works out at almost half the price of Disneyland Paris.
#7  There's a lack of tackiness
Nothing is in-your-face at Efteling, not even the souvenir shops and food outlets. Yes, you can buy a can of coke and a portion of chips (though you can eat them with mayonnaise the Dutch way). But you can can also buy more interesting things like Turkish pizza or these crunchy potato spirals on sticks, all at non-rip off prices. 
There are all kinds of restaurants too, whether you're after fish, vegetarian or a stack of Dutch pancakes, and they don't mind at all if you bring in your own picnic. We had to actually hunt out a souvenir shop before we left and I was surprised at how nice the stuff was. My daughter chose two jewels. "They're magic stones," she said. "This one gives you the power of invisibility and this one gives you the power of flying." That's the spirit. 


#8  It has beautiful places to stay
It was this picture of Efteling holiday village that first hooked me in. It looks like somewhere I might choose to stay with or without a theme park on the doorstep. Efteling has two 'villages' snuggled in woodlands  one with undergound houses. But we stayed at the Efteling Hotel with its moat and turrets just a few minutes walk away from the park. "Just follow the yellow footsteps!" smiled the receptionist and my daughter bounced out the door like she was off to see the wizard. 
She loved discovering all the little details in our room like the bedside table in mid-air, the TV hidden behind an ornate sliding mirror and the mouse peeping out from the skirting board.
"It's fit for queen!" I overheard her say to her dad on the phone as the waiter in the restaurant poured her chicken soup from a teapot. Making her own fairy bread and bumping into Sleeping Beauty at breakfast were unexpected bonuses too, even if she did refuse to have her picture taken with her. ("I know, I know, you're like eleven, right?")
#9  All the staff are friendly and fluent in English
Everyone seemed genuinely happy to work there. My daughter even commented on it. As a man helped her out of our boat onto a rotating platform after a ride through Dreamworld, she said, "He has to walk backwards in the dark all day and he's still in a good mood!" They all spoke really good English too. Some of the attractions in the park were based on Dutch stories unfamiliar to us, but that didn't detract from our pleasure. What's not to like about a pair of red shoes that dance through the streets on their own, or a monorail that travels through a village of gnomey people living in thatched hobbit houses?
On one ride, the insanely disorientating Mad House ("Mum, are you going to just stare at your thighs the whole time?" Yep.) we had to listen to a wise old wizard tell a story in Dutch for about eight minutes first, but that didn't put my daughter off wanting to go on it again. 

# 10  It's easy to get to
You can travel to Efteling easily from Amsterdam, Rotterdam or the nearest city, Eindhoven. We flew to Eindhoven with Ryanair for pocket money prices and then took a (double decker!) train and a bus to the park. "You going to Efteling?" asked the bus driver. "Oh, I'm jealous. I went there so many times as a child, and I still love it."

As we watched the spectacular light and fire show on the lake at the end of our last day, my daughter had one of those rare bursts of pure gratitude. "Thank you for bringing me here. It's awesome!" "That's okay," I said, mentally ticking the magical-childhood-memory box. 

"Shall we have a hot dog and a candyfloss for dinner?" 

Thursday, 15 December 2016

If you go down to the woods today: Go fairy-hunting

Fairy doors popping up in Oxfordshire said the BBC local news headline. Oh boy! Where were my wellies? I'm a sucker for imaginary worlds in the woods. The Magic Faraway Tree was my favouritest book in the whole world when I was a kid.

But where EXACTLY did we need to go to find these doors? It wasn't easy to find out, but eventually Google threw up some (enticing) directions: Cross the railway and go over the canal bridge. When you see the fairy wishing well on a tree by the gate, you'll know you're on the right path...

"Can I ask my friend William if he wants to come with us?" asks my daughter. "Yes, absolutely...[I stop, think] ... but maybe use the word 'elf' or 'gnome' rather than 'fairy' when you invite him..." [I'm being realistic, not sex stereotyping!]. He's up for it. And his mum says she's not missing out. We have our gang of fairy/elf/gnome hunters.
After a while, we start to wonder if we're on the right path. We've found nothing. And then there it is, a tiny wishing well with a super-cute rope ladder. 
And we're off, darting here and darting there, eyes scanning tree trunks, scrutinizing branches, till we make each delicious discovery. 
We linger over the details of the doors...
 
"A Chinese fairy must live at this one," says my daughter ...
"Can we make our own door and put it here?" says William. 
We know, they know, that there aren't actually any fairies, but it doesn't matter. It's exciting and happy-making all the same because it's out-of-the-ordinary, unexpected, mysterious. Someone (who?!) had the lovely idea to create these delightful doors and secretly crept around (at night?!) putting them in place. It merges the real world with the magical world of hidden, non-human creatures upon which so many children's books are based: The Borrowers, The Hobbit, The Indian in the Cupboard...

I half expected, half hoped Moonface would pop his head out of a tree to say hello. 

But anyway, let's get real. Want to go find these fairy doors for yourself? Send me a fiver and I'll tell you where they are. 

If you like this, you might like A fairy lives in our house. You can find out more about the Oxfordshire fairy doors hereYou can also go fairy-hunting at Gelt Wood, Brampton, Cumbria. Fairy doors have mysteriously appeared there every summer since 2010.

Friday, 30 September 2016

Guest interview: "We ran away from crocodiles!"


This time, brothers Quinn (6), Aiden (9) and Luca (7) tell me all about their trip to Crocodiles of the World in Oxfordshire, run by Shaun Fogget of the Channel 5 series The Croc Man.

What did you think when your mum told you she was taking you to Crocodiles of the World?
Aiden: It was MY idea, actually. I went to my friend’s birthday party there a couple of years ago, so I said to mum let’s all go there and she said yes!
Luca: [can’t hold back any longer!]: Me and Aiden were running so fast because there was a crocodile coming near us! There were two of them!
Aiden: [annoyed with brother for jumping ahead] Can I tell you the unexpected bit?

Yes, go ahead.
Aiden: Well, when I was in the crocodile house we went to see the Siamese crocodiles, and we looked at them and when we turned our back they jumped at us – both of them – and we ran away because we were so scared!

But they couldn’t actually get at you, could they?!
Quinn: No, the glass was there.

But it was still scarey?
Aiden: Yes, and after that, we went over to the saltwater crocodiles and we noticed their teeth and we were like NOPE! So we ran away again.
Luca: One of them was really really hooooge. It was so hooooge.
Aiden: The biggest one was about 15 foot.

So these crocodiles can actually kill people in real life, right?
Aiden: Yes. They do something called a crocodile death roll. They grab onto their prey or person and spin it around and drag whatever they’ve got under water to drown it.
Luca [just to clarify]: And kill it.
Quinn: And then it’s gonna die and die and die until it’s put to sleep.
Did you get to hold a crocodile?
Aiden: No, just touch them. You CAN hold them but we weren’t there at the right time.
Quinn: I stroked a baby crocodile. It felt so weird. Kind of like really soft, and like a fish, but it was a crocodile.
Luca: Yes, it was so slimy. And when I was touching its tail, it tickled.
The man told us that if you put your hand near a baby crocodile or you swim near a baby crocodile, the mum or the dad keep chasing you and if it’s a Nile one it’s gonna be really speedy.

Did you see them being fed?
Aiden: Yeah. Dead birds. Chicken.

Did you learn the difference between a crocodile and an alligator?
Aiden: Yes, one of them has a small snout, and the other one I think is a different colour. They had both there. They had like a 100 crocodiles and alligators and caimans.
Luca: There were load and loads and loads. 

Did they have any other types of animals there?
Luca: Yes, parrots and...and...and...what else Aiden?
Quinn: Meerkats, and there was a hole you can go through and there was glass...
Aiden: ...like a glass dome...
Luca: ...and you put your head up in it and everyone can see you and the meerkat come and they’re running around your head.

What was your favourite animal there?
Luca: Meerkat.
Aiden: Black caiman.
Quinn: Black caiman.
Aiden: Cause it’s camouflaged.
Quinn: Cause it looks so awesome.
Aiden: Cause if I was a crocodile I would probably BE a black caiman.

Well maybe you’ll be a black caiman in your next life!
Aiden [stops, looks at me]: Do we actually HAVE a next life?

I don’t know, but some people believe we do.
Aiden: [making his mind up]: I think we do.
Would you like to have a pet crocodile?
Aiden: No!
Luca and Quinn: Yes!
Luca: Can you even GET a pet crocodile?
Quinn: [getting excited]: We can put it into a cage and we need some meat for it.
Luca: And it needs water. That would be MY BEST PET. And I’m gonna have that crocodile. It gonna be MINE.

What name would you give it?
Quinn: Nuke
Luca: No, Bobby.
Quinn: No, Duke.
Luca: Duke of Marlborough! [laughs]

Finally, what do you give Crocodiles of the World out of 10?
Aiden: 10
Quinn: 100.
Luca: 159 out of 10.

Visit Crocodiles of the World's website here. They are holding their first CrocFest UK on Saturday 15th October 2016.

Thursday, 23 June 2016

Guest interview: “I went trampolining in an underground cave!”

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This time I talk to Isla, 8, who went to Bounce Below, a series of giant bouncy nets connected by walkways and chutes in a huge underground slate cavern in Snowdonia, North Wales.

What did you think when your mum and dad told you where you were going?
I was really excited. But I didn't know exactly what it was...they said it was a "jumparound place".

What was it like when you first walked in?
Well, first you have to go through this tunnel to get into the cave. But then it’s really big...like the size of...HALF OF A WHOLE SCHOOL! It’s quite cold in there – I felt a drip on my head – but it’s really cool because there's lots of different colour lights shining on the walls.


















So can you explain to me what’s actually inside the cave?
There's lots of trampolines on different levels and tunnels in the nets and there's these chutes and when you go down them you have to put your hands like this [crosses hands over chest] so your arms don’t get caught. The way you get up to the top is really curly wurly and when you get up there and look down you don’t know how you got there.


Was it scary?
I was a bit scared on the first trampoline because there are holes in the net like this [holds fingers in a square] and you can see people underneath through the holes. Everyone said “Don’t look down!” The first time I went down a chute it was really scary because the first bit you just drop – it's like going down a black hole. My mum and dad went first!


Did your parents enjoy it?
They thought it was cool but daddy got a bit stuck in one of the chutes because it had a small opening. 

What were the staff like?
They were really kind. But you’re not allowed to do flips.

Was there lots of Health and Safety?!
Well, you have to put a hair net and a helmet on and if your legs are bare you have to wear a jumpsuit (but mine weren’t). My dad had to put nets over his shoes too...I think it was to stop him breaking the trampolines because he’s got big feet. When the dads jumped, everyone fell over!


Have you got any advice or tips for anyone who is going there?
Try and get a trampoline all by yourself or with your family because it’s much funner.

Can you describe it in just three words.
Fun. Exciting. And...umm...bouncy!

What score do you give it out of 10?
10.

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Monday, 18 January 2016

Moany, groany kids? Get them to keep a Gratitude Diary

I’d noticed my 9-year-old daughter was turning into a right old Moany Joe. According to her, everything about her life was rubbish. Why didn’t she go to Florida on holiday like her friend ? Have a bigger bedroom? Get Coco-Pops for breakfast?

It was draining. Disheartening. Irritating. It also seemed like a really bad habit to slip into. An unhelpful state of mind to embark on life with. I remembered reading that  incredibly – only 10% of our happiness level actually depends on our circumstances. 50% is 'pre-set' by our genes. And a big, fat 40% is under our control  what we do and how we choose to think. Best nip her negativity in the bud right now then.

“How about trying a Gratitude Diary with her?” I thought out loud to my husband. Get her to write down three good things about her day at bedtime. I’d kept one myself, a few years ago, when they were all the rage. Feeling grateful, research shows, is a powerful mood-booster. Although the effects had crept up on me subtly, after a few weeks I was undoubtedly more upbeat, more glass half-full than empty. "Worth a try," he said.  

I introduced the idea to my daughter in my best isn't-this-going-to-be-fun voice. Then took her to the art shop to choose a pretty, glittery notebook. She was sold.
The effect on her was almost instant. I guess kids' supple, squidgy, absorbent brains can be re-trained quicker than ours. Three days in and she was noticeably chirpier, springier. Already giving more mind-space to the positive, lingering less on the negative. 

She loved writing in it and wanted to add pictures. (I suppose a younger child or a reluctant writer could just do pictures and you could do the writing for them.) Yes, there was frequently gratitude for the obvious and the instantly gratifying...
Though sometimes done quite mindfully...
But there was also appreciation of people...
Moments of achievement...
And funniness...
The feel-good factor that comes from being kind...
Things she'd ordinarily have taken for granted...
Or might have even complained about... 
Plus pleasure in other people's pleasure...
In fact, she often found it hard to limit herself to just three things. "Can I have extra ones?" she asked.
A few weeks in and she was spontaneously saying things like, “Now, what have I got to look forward to tomorrow?” and “That was a great weekend...what did you like best?”

I've since read that if you write in a Gratitude Diary every day, after a while the effects can wear off because you start to go through the motions without really 'feeling it'. So now we just do it randomly, about once a week. And it's still working.
Nothing had changed in her life of course. You still can’t swing a cat in her bedroom and our next holiday is a week in a caravan in North Wales  in winter for goodness sake.

It’s just that somehow she's managing to find the good in all this awfulness [insert winky face].

Thursday, 26 November 2015

Magical madness: Go to The Festival of Light at Longleat

 
A day that begins with a monkey on your windscreen and ends with a giant illuminated silk teapot is no ordinary day.

I knew from watching the recent TV series All Change at Longleat to expect the unusual. My head was filled with little surreal backstories from the programme. Like how they had to round up the two hippos who live in the river so they didn’t chew up the Chinese workers obliviously setting up the lanterns on the riverbank. 

But I had no idea just how deliciously surreal a day it would turn out to be.

As we drove into the estate, we caught glimpses of the lanterns in the daylight. Even unilluminated, they looked amazing. Huge. Intricate. Fantastical. Everything from this 100m-long dragon...
...to a herd* of zebras on the front lawn.
*I've since found out the correct word is a 'dazzle' of zebras (couldn’t be more appropriate in this case!)

We couldn’t wait for the switch-on at 4 o' clock.

But first for an altogether different kind of excitement. Tickets to the Festival of Light included the safari park and we just had time to squeeze it in.

They gave us a CD to put on as we drove through the animals with a commentary by Steve Backshall (off the telly mum!). Two minutes in and he’d already created an air of tension and extreme danger in our own car. He even made the flamingoes sounds scarey.

Our favourite bit was the monkeys. We had one peering in at us within seconds. 
They swung on wing mirrors, scrambled across bonnets and rode rooves like little daredevil train-surfers. 
We felt for the poor woman on stop-the-monkeys-sneaking-out-of-the-enclosure-on-a-car duty. She looked exhausted. 
 
I was disappointed that we only caught a sliver of the rear end of Annie the elephant. I had a real fondness for her since the episode where they’d shown her stoically hobbling half a mile to this, her new home. A marathon for a 58-year-old elephant.
 
As we entered the Lion Holding area (“You have to hold a lion?!” asked my daughter, horrified. That Backshall bloke was really getting to her), the woman at the entry gate leapt out of her shed. “Do you know your bumper’s hanging off at one end?” she said. “It might attract attention from some of our animals. We have some very badly-behaved lions.” Blimey. We taped it back on quick.
 
Once we were completely sure we were back in a wild-animal-free zone, we parked up, hopped out the car and headed for the Adventure Park. We had half an hour before the lanterns were turned on. Enough time to bumble and giggle our way through the mirror maze...
Come face-to-furry-face with what must be the tamest bats in the world in the Bat Cave...
And embark on the Jungle Cruise down the river.

The low Autumn sun shining on the trees made the trees look like they were on fire. 
But there was no time to ponder the natural beauty of the surroundings because the boat was instantly a-squeal with excitement: We were surrounded by jumbo Sea Lions ducking and diving around us. (You know, like you often get in a river meandering through the grounds of an English stately home. Told you, this place is bonkers.) We were even allowed to feed them fish for an extra £1.
 
The guy giving the commentary was full of interesting snippets (Did you know 700 people are killed by hippos every year?!). He was also bone-dryly funny: “And as we head back you'll get a great view of the Chinese lanterns...if you like that sort of thing.”
 
And it was around that moment that they were switched on. But not, as we'd expected, in one single flick of a switch. No. They did it gradually, layer upon enchanting layer, so just when you thought it couldn’t get any more glowy and magical, it did. 

Back on land, we wandered amongst the lanterns, gazing and a-mazing at them close-up. The number and size of them was astounding. 

A 20-metre-high pagoda...
A whole underwater city of sea creatures...
A corridor of curtains you could walk through...
A 50-metre-long dragon boat on the water... 
Another pagoda (I love the way the moon snuck into this picture without me noticing)...
And a bamboo forest of pandas...
The sign for that one made us laugh...
Not entirely realistic? Really? Get away! Pandas actually like to live on their own, not in groups, it continued. Ah, okay...

All the lanterns were hand-crafted in silk by a team of artists from Zigong in the Sichuan province of China, famous for this skill. “It must have taken them ages and ages,” said my daughter. “Remember when me and daddy made that zebra head lantern thing out of paper – that took like two hours. And it was all wonky.”

Our favourites were the life-like animals. If you looked long and hard enough, you'd catch one nodding its head or raising its hoof or swishing its tail. Which made them seem eerily still and alive all at the same time.
 
We couldn't resist following this line of ‘magic mushrooms’...
...which led us  this place really is full of surprises! – to a tent where a Chinese plate-spinning, juggling, acrobatic show was about to begin. Most mind-blowing of all was the 'face-change' act. With a single swipe of his finger, this man could change his face mask/paint/skin (what even was it?) in a millisecond. We still have no idea how he did it. 
 
Then it got really weird. Within minutes of leaving the crowd in the show tent, we found ourselves in a twee Cumbrian village on our own, in the dark. It seemed we'd accidentally stumbled into Postman Pat Land. 
 
By now I was starting to think someone had slipped some magic mushrooms in my take-away coffee.

We nearly didn't bother going into Longleat House itself (also included in the price). It was getting late and I'm not really a stately home kind of person. Too stuffy and formal for me. What I really wanted to do was snoop around the out-of-bounds bits...
Sneak upstairs and find the apartment of the eccentric and colourful Lord Bath (I was sure from the TV programme it was the top left window). Maybe share a glass of wine with him (funny how telly makes you feel you know someone). But I'm so glad we did decide to go in. 

It was gorgeous. Warm glowing fires, twinkly lights, incredible ceilings and  yet another surprise!  fairytale characters, pumpkins, carriages, beanstalks round every corner. From Scrooge counting his money in the study...
To Little Red Riding Hood in the corridor, loitering, staring strangely...
She may look sweet here, but believe me, she was creepy sweet. 

You know, if Lord Bath had jumped out at us from a cupboard next, I don't think we would have raised an eyebrow. But I settled instead for these portraits of him on the wall.
He may have handed the running of the estate over to his more conventional son a year or so ago, but his spirit still seems to be very much at the heart of Longleat.

“That was brilliant,” said my daughter as we weaned ourselves away back to the car. “Yes, literally!” said my husband.

As he turned on the windscreen wipers, my daughter screamed, "Noooo! There’s a monkey paw print on there – that’s our souvenir.”

Too late. All evidence gone.

And now I’m left wondering if perhaps it was just a weird, weird (wonderful) dream. 

Longleat's Festival of Light is on until January 17th, 2016, Visit the website here.