We don’t eat out! But you were recommended to us, by our holiday host, as serving the best Sunday lunch around. So I guess we had to take the risk! And you didn’t disappoint, with my son being in agreement, when he was served four sausages on a plate. No veg, no chips, no bread or butter! Just four sausages which were consumed as he wandered around your pub. Sitting at one empty table and

The towers were huge. He would take a block, and without any effort, immediately know the position, the balance and the physics. The towers grew to his height and beyond. I would watch him stretch his arms above his head, placing that final block way above his blonde curls. He was only 18 months old! When the health visitor arrived for his 18 month developmental check, she placed three blocks in front of my son.

Imagine asking your child every day how their day was, or asking what they got up to or who they played with, but never getting an answer? Not because they are being an ass of a kid and not wanting to give an answer, but because they can’t. That’s why I sat speechless when the lady with the blonde hair and blue dress showed me her goal for my son. She spoke us through the

Rhys pushed a little girl today. She was behind him on the slide, waiting her turn, but still slightly too close for my son’s liking. She wanted her turn, but my blonde haired boy was taking his time, not considering the queue, but rather just doing his own thing. She came into his space, and he non-verbally communicated with a little push. Nothing violent. Nothing harmful or malicious. Just a message of how he was

The lady said ” Would you mind me asking?” Which was a strange question, when you don’t know what was about to be asked. But I knew, so I nodded and said, “Of course” I knew because my son was struggling. He was scared and anxious of the walk ahead, a place we hadn’t been in a while. A place where he didn’t have his marble run or favourite shows for comfort, just the trees