Play Bay

We agree that England is a rainy place? Well, really it isn't that rainy at all, unless you compare to Spain, but with everybody thinking so, there are of course lots of Things To Do on Rainy Days. There's Play Bay, our local 'soft play' club.

We love Play Bay. Play bay sells us decent coffee - not that I ever get round to drinking it, with Tara pulling me this way and that way, off to the climbing frames, the ball pool, the slides, the books, the caaaaars... anything but the coffee table. And Tara being Tara, mummy has to come along and get stuck in, too: in the ball pool, the climbing frame, anything.

Look! Tara on the roundabout thingy! Good thing it's all soft around her, cause she'll come off it in a second (a great hands-on lesson in the laws of physics).

Now look! Tara has climbed that step all by herself, and will go even further up if only mummy comes along! Which she will, up the steps, squeeze through the balls, crawl through the slippery tube, and back ton the slide, only getting her mummy bum stuck a bit.

Another great thing about Play Bay? You meet people in the same situation (though I seem the only one to get stuck in the climbing frame. Now why is that, I wonder?).
First visit on our own, a mum from nursery, and her little boy of course. Chat chat chat, I say to that.
Then, even better, another mum with a baby that Tara admires, and a 3 year old that's called Kitty but, unfortunately, cannot pronounce her name quite right. So there they go, looking each other up and down, our very own Kaka and Titty!
While I'm looking forward to meeting them all again, there is of course one superior joy: Having your own local friends to go with. And although they have gone unmentioned, we have actually got some! There are pictures too, but until I get my hands on them, we'll leave it at that: Here's just one more picture of Tara, all by her lonesome.