For us Northerners, Blackpool illuminations is a rite of passage. It's a coming of age moment. Right up there with your first Greggs pasty, chip barms and rickets.
I'll not lie, I had high expectations. So much so I may have bigged it up a little too much.
Duinrell Family Park - Canvas Holidays
Big Shop with Little Helpers
Like Riding a Bike
On Friday, Luca emerged excitedly from school with the class bear tucked under his arm, along with a book chronicling its previous adventures. A book that reads more like the ultimate '50 things to do before you die' than any weekend I've ever experienced.
My weekend plans were in tatters.
The boys have reached the age where they're learning about the circle of life.
It's a wonderful period of discovery. At school they have a mini-beast hotel and a butterfly garden. An allotment and a pond. They've witnessed tadpoles become frogs, and fed lambs on a farm.
But it's not so much a circle as an arc.
I'm not proposing an outright ban. By God I've not spent months justifying their educational value only to do away with them altogether, but whenever a screen gets switched on I'm instantly switched off.
We talk about religion quite a lot. Luca loves church buildings and mosques, Sonny is fascinated by the Hindu temple we occasionally drive past.
Despite being an Aetheist I like to think I treat them all equally and with the respect they deserve.
It was based on a book by the same name which had really captured the boys imagination.
My recent trip to Paris with the Canvas Bloggers brought back memories of my last trip to France three years ago, particularly as we passed through passport control before boarding the ferry.
You see last time I went to France I nearly didn't get beyond this point, but then why would you if you were suspected of human trafficking?
Every few years we have a weekend away with our extended family of Bryce/Mackies. The Mackies head South of the border, and we drive North until we meet half-way; in a beautifully converted barn in the Lake District.