Things to do on Roald Dahl Day - by Dea Birkett

Every year we celebrate Halloween, Easter, Christmas, Guy Fawkes and … Roald Dahl day on 13^th September. The kids are Dahl fans, and so am I.

I thought you might like to know the five things we devotedly do:

1. Cook squiggly spaghetti, as instructed in The Twits. Then the kids cry out, ‘Look! My spaghetti is moving!’ pointing to the imaginary worms before gobbling it all much more eagerly than any other tea. There’s even a new edition of our standard family cookbook just come out - Roald Dahl's Completely Revolting Recipes: A Collection of Delumptious Favourites – so we can concoct more inedible dishes. You can eat some of these in the café at the Roald Dahl Museum.

2. Learn a new poem from Dirty Beasts. As I was having my first baby, my partner sat beside me and read out, ‘No animal is half as vile, as Crocky-Wock, the crocodile…’ while I pushed. screamed and blasphemed. I found it comforting. Perhaps that’s why my first born, now a teenager, still finds the sound of, ‘The meat I am about to chew, Is neither steak nor chops. IT'S YOU,’ strangely soothing.

3. Have a home movie night, including popcorn and normally forbidden fizzy drinks, while watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

4. Promise to catch the Everything You Wanted to Know About Roald Dahl roadshow when it comes by us, and think up some especially fiendish questions.

5. Pretend to be Bruce Bogtrotter, and eat far too much chocolate cake.

We’re looking forward to next September.

Speaking in family friendly tongues - by Dea Birkett

It seems to me that some foreign languages are more family friendly than others. I don’t mean in their sentiment, but in their ability to be picked up easily by anyone, of any age. I’ve been convinced of this because I’m writing from Aruba, where the language is Papiamento – the most family friendly tongue I’ve come across.

I’d never heard of Aruba, and definitely not of the island’s mother tongue, until now. We were brought here by First Choice, one of the very few British holiday companies who serve this small island in the Caribbean, only 20 miles off the coast of Venezuela. Aruba has strong ties with Holland, so the official language is Dutch. But nearly everyone speaks Papiamento at home, a bouillabaisse of Portuguese, Spanish, Dutch and English, which is said as it’s written and in which even a shopping list sounds like a poem. Unlike French or Spanish, there's no gender words to struggle with. And to emphasis something, you just say it twice. Poco poco is slow; blauw blauw is completely blue. It’s the only language in which my kids have been able to pick up several phrases in just a few days. Very good, for example, is Hopi bon. Imagine what fun the eight-year-old twins have saying that, over and over and over again.

I’m delighted. I make a huge thing about my kids doing their Thankyous (Masha danki) in the language of the place we’re on holiday. I know it sometimes makes me look foolish, as usually the shopkeeper or waiter or guide speak right back to us in flawless English. But I have this idea that it’s somehow more respectful to master a few foreign words. Usually with my kids that’s a real struggle. Like me, they’re not natural linguists. But with Papiamento, its rhythm makes them want to say Good Morning (Bon dia) and Goodbye (Ayo) with far more courtesy and frequency than they would at home. I never thought of a language as an attraction – something to consider when deciding what destination to chose for a family holiday – but now I think it could be. And my teenager paid Papiamento the ultimate compliment. She’s put it as her status on Facebook.

Teenager at the Edinburgh Fringe - by Dea Birkett

Teenagers are so tricksy. There’s plenty of events and activities for kids, and more for grown ups. But ‘kids’ is usually defined as up to 12 years old. And grown ups from 18 onwards, although, as a mother of a 16 year old, that does seem rather optimistic. So what happens to all the 13 to 17 year olds who fall into the chasm between youth and maturity? What are they supposed to do on holiday?

We’ve just faced this at the Edinburgh festivals. There’s some fantastic shows for kids, Lighter Than Air by Circo Ridiculoso particularly recommended (www.circoriduculoso.com). But try suggesting to my 16 year old that she’d enjoy Giraffes Can’t Dance because of the puppets, and she snorts in a way only a teenager can. But when I offer to take her to shows that I’d enjoy, like a political play about the Middle East, she starts getting sniffy all over again, as if she had a permanent head cold. Why would she want to go to that adult rubbish?

I say Thank God we stayed at the Smart City Hostel, where each night similarly nasally challenged teenagers gathered around the pool table in the basement bar, avoiding their parents. ‘Thank God,’ snorted my teenager on spotting the pack. ‘Teenagers! Normal people.’

And my initial worries that she’d spend all day in her bunk bed listening to obscene songs on her iPod while I toured the festival’s cultural highlights was just maternal fretting. The Fringe turned out to be fabulous for a 16 year old, just because there’s so much on offer they’re bound to find something to suit their very particular tastes. My teenager loved The Assassination of Paris Hilton, played entirely in the ladies toilets in the Assembly Rooms and using language she’s unfortunately very familiar with. She’s been wearing her ‘I Killed Paris’ t-shirt with pride ever since.

There’s also plenty of dance, and I’ve found that teenagers enjoy most things with lots of movement in them. At least mine swayed to Me Mobile/Evolution. Once you get over the pretentious title (this is the Edinburgh Fringe, after all), it’s a wonderful piece where a young woman called Claire Cunningham dances on and with her crutches – hundreds of them. She even does Singing in the Rain, replacing Gene Kelly’s twirling umbrella with a spinning crutch.

As far as multi-generational short breaks go, I don’t think there’s much to beat the Fringe. We even took granny.

Cold Comfort - by Dea Birkett

Just a couple of weeks ago, I wrote about how we were in pursuit of the sun. Well, now we've found it, the kids have turned all chilly on me. Now they're insisting the next place we go to isn't only cool - in every sense of the word - but absolutely freezing.

When I wrote before, I said that holidays had to be hot. I've already changed my mind. I now believe that they can be either hot or cold, but nothing in between. The Grove hotel, with a summertime sandy beach in the middle of Hertfordshire, complete with deck chairs and ice cream cart, found this out long ago. Not only do they have an artificial beach in August, in December they guaranteed a white Christmas, Narnia style, with the reception covered in a blanket of fake flakes.

My kids love it there. But why do they insist on blowing hot or cold? I think it's to do with dressing up. They like - as we all do - to wear different clothes when we're on holiday. And the best excuse for doing so is because it's far fresher or far warmer than at home.

Clothes, of course, maketh the man, woman and child. I know my strappy summer dresses come out the moment we leave Britain behind for sunnier regions. Away, I wear outrageous outfits I'd never normally wear. I feel like a different woman. And I presume the kids feel different, too. At least they dress very differently. My teenager doesn't pack a single hoodie in her suitcase, although she wouldn't be seen dead without one on in the streets around her own house. Of course, I think she looks far lovelier in her holiday attire.

So hot or cold - skimpy or salupettes - anything but jeans and T-shirt weather will suit us.

Girls will be Boys - on holiday, by Dea Birkett

We spent the weekend doing the Dangerous Book for Boys trail in a forest on Trentham estate, in Staffordshire near Stoke-on-Trent, with...... a girl! Well, a boy as well. The eight-year-old twins are a mixed bunch; one male, one female. I've always regarded their rearing as a social experiment on the 'Nature or Nurture?' debate. If I called my boy River 'pretty' and my girl Savanna 'handsome', would it make a difference? Or is feminine hard-wired, made up with sugar and spice from birth? And masculine determined by tetesterone?

Holidays, however, have never presented the same opportunities for me to become an amateur professor of gender studies. We go away, we usually go swimming, we all do about the same sorts of things. I've noticed that, if horse riding happens to be on offer, it's usually Savanna who takes it up the most enthusiastically. What is it with small girls and ponies?

So an experience modelled on the Dangerous Book for Boys, which no self-respecting eight-year-old girl would be seen turning a single page of, presented a great opportunity for me to continue my studies on holiday, not just at home. Our forest leader Christian Fox was like a Ray Mears for kids, with camoflauge pants and a very, very soft voice, encouraging us to commune with nature. First, he showed us how to build a shelter, to protect us from the wind and rain. 'And the bears?' asked Savanna. 'No, no bears in Staffordshire,' said Christian gently. Savanna was clearly disappointed. River was relieved.

River sent Savanna off to gather the sticks to build the shelter's skeleton, displaying no desire to delve any deeper into the wood. When she returned with big bundles, it was River who measured them up against each other, to see if they were the correct length, before sending Savanna back out to gather dried grass for the roof. I seemed to vaguely remember, from my Geography GCSE, that women were the gatherers in primitive societies and - perhaps - on Dangerous Book for Boys weekends.

Once our twig and grass wigwam was built, we had to strike up a fire to keep us warm. This involved some imagination. It was a very hot summer afternoon in Staffordshire, and none of us were chilly. Christian provided the flint and warned us sternly, 'Don't try this at home.' Savanna took hold of the flat stone like a born cavewoman, lighting the dried birch bark on the first go.

We found North by checking the moss on the tree trunks, picked nettles without stinging ourselves to cook for supper later, and learnt how to wield an axe. Or rather, Savanna did. By that time, River was exhausted and sat down in the entrance of the shelter, staring calmly at the rustling trees.

A weekend for boys has convinced me that there's no such thing. I'm signing Savanna up for a football break next.

Putting the Fun Back into Holidays - by Dea Birkett

What are family holidays for? I thought they were to laze about in each other's company, not doing much, enjoying a new place, feeling a different climate on your skin. I like just lying on a foreign couch, one twin either side of me, breathing in an air that's warmer, thicker, stickier than at home. Often, I need no more than this. It's a rare treat to be able to idle with the kids, away from all our rigid school and work timetables. And it's incredibly good for us, in a deep family sort of way. I know it sounds corny, but we do bond more when we aren't consumed by the petty patterns of domesticity. When all we have to do is wake, eat and chat.


But increasingly I'm being told that we can't do this on a family holiday. A holiday has to be not only enjoyable, but educational. We all have to learn something. I can't tell my friends I'm going away with the kids to relax or, as my teenager says, chillax. I have to declare I'm going to improve their French, introduce them to Ancient Greece, or make them aware of the ecological issues facing African peoples. And I thought we were going away to be together, all floppy and free of daily demands.


I don't think the real problem is the holiday element. It's the parenting element. It's practically impossible to simply hang out with your kids anymore. You're expected to be Doing Something, and usually Something Meaningful. We're not allowed just to be mum or dad, we have to be our children's teacher, too. Parenting is now seen as a pedagogic mission.


And because we're told - incorrectly - that we're spending less and less time with our children, the extended time we do spend with them on holiday becomes a victim of these educational pressures. More and more family holidays are being packaged as times for learning, not lounging. I think I'm going to found my own holiday company, to cash in on this trend. I'll call it Curriculum Tours (if such a company doesn't exist already, which it probably does). Or perhaps, more accurately, Guilt Trips.


When Tony Blair listed his priorities as 'Education, education, education', I think he meant at home, not on holiday. Let's put the fun back in family holidays. There's nothing wrong with doing nothing.

Kids do in Flight Video - by Dea Birkett

I've been glued to my laptop, watching youtube. It's sad, I know, but it's also very funny. I feel like I've strapped myself in and taken off a hundred times, aiming for Malaga or Istanbul. I've been watching Thomson's new in flight safety video, to be launched on all its short and mid haul flights later this month, entirely acted by children. (www.youtube.com/ThomsonHols.) And I don't mean teenagers. I mean four and five year olds, with one sock up and the other slouched down, telling me how to fasten my seat belt, slip on my lifejacket, and pop on the oxygen mask. It's funny, original and captivating. And that's the point. Research had shown that hardly any of us bother to watch the safety video anymore. But with kids in grubby school uniform playing the part of the cabin crew, we're all eyes on the overhead screens. I think it's genius. I'm also amazed that it's been passed by authorities responsible for regulating international flights, whom I imagine are rather conservative about these things. And I'm wondering what other innovations could occur in safety videos, now Thomson has started the trend. Any ideas?

Watch the new video on YouTube

Too Close to the Sun - by Dea Birkett

It’ s late at night (isn’t that when all blogs are written?), and London is cooling down. It’s been a hot day in the city, and everyone’s been complaining about it, including me. The kids were all sweaty when they arrived back from school, in that way that kids don’t really sweat, just get damp and grumpy.

So there’s some irony that I’m also now surfing the net to find somewhere hot to go away. The Eurocamp survey (www.eurocamp.co.uk/KidsViews) I mentioned in my last blog, asking kids and their parents what they wanted from their holiday, found only one point of agreement. Good weather. That priority made it into the top three choices in every age group. My family’s no different. If a destination threatens to have a cloudy sky, we cross it off the summer holiday list. At the same time, the kids were whinging tonight that they couldn’t get to sleep because of the humidity here, at home.

I don’t think it’s because we live in the middle of a big city. I think it would be just the same if our home was a cottage in the Cotswold’s; I still think, while working, we want things to be cool. It’s only when we relax that we want the thermometer turned up. It’s as if feeling warm and chilling out go together.

But there’s hot – and there’s far too hot for the kids and me. We wanted to go to Libya, but August in that area seems to be too much of a challenge as far as the temperature is concerned. As you know, we’ve been planning a weekend in Rome for far too long, but that, too, has been put on hold, in the belief that it’s too steamy in August to wander around the Coliseum.

But last weekend, we bucked the heat trend. We stayed at The Grove hotel, dubbed ‘London’s Country Estate’ for it’s palatial grounds and extreme proximity to the M25. The Engish weather wasn’t warm. In fact, Saturday was quite fresh. But we braced the outdoor pool and quite enjoyed it. Feeling a little chilly was a new sensation. We should try it more often.

But still, as I search now for our summer break, I can’t but pursue the sun.

Family Holidays Not Just for Kids - by Dea Birkett

I’m getting fed up with ‘family’ being code for ‘kids’. First they want to spend millions on building a new museum in London for children, (see earlier blog), rather than simply making museums welcoming for all ages. Now I worry the same is about to happen to holidays. ‘Family holidays’ will really mean special times for anyone too young to vote.

At the risk of sounding like a toddler having a tantrum, I’m a member of my family just as much as my 16 year old and the seven-year-old twins! So when we decide on a family holiday, surely it should be one we’re all happy with. I know that’s a struggle, especially if, like me, you don’t have a traditional neat family with the recommended 2.4 years between each child. But you can negotiate and compromise, whatever age you are. I don’t really want to go to a hotel where the height of entertainment is a Lady Gaga disco, which is what my teenager would choose. Nor select a destination just because there’s great beach games for the twins. There has to be something for everybody.

So Eurocamp coming out with a survey telling us what kids want from their holidays is just another weapon for my teenager to wave in the brochure war. The survey’s results don’t build bridges between generations as we spin the globe deciding where we want to go. One of the 40 suggested key aspects of having a good holiday – ‘having a lie in’ – was so low on the kids’ list that it didn’t even feature in the final results. So do we adults have to get up at dawn when we’re on holiday, just like we have to most days at home, except we might hear the cry from the minaret rather than the roar from the nearby major road? Even more disheartening, ‘staying up late’ was a major attraction for the 6-9 year old survey group, which would include my twins. So we’re not even allowed to yell at them to get to bed because they’ve got school in the morning, allowing us adults a little quiet time together.

A family holiday should be just that – for all the family. Only one problem with this. ‘Spending time with the family’ came pretty low down on the kids’ list of priorities in the survey, just pipping ‘good playgrounds’. It’s interesting to learn that I’m only marginally more attractive to my kids than swings and slides.

(Eurocamp operate over 160 campsites in Europe, USA and Canada.) See Takethefamily's London page.

Boring is Dea-Best - by Dea Birkett

'I'm really, really bored,' said eight-year-old Savanna a few days ago. We were sitting in a holiday cottage where we've stayed more times than I can count. The cottage is on Achill Island, off the coast of Ireland, which we have visited, in Savanna's word, 'hundreds of times'. She was delighted. 'It's great,' she said. 'There' ab-sol-ute-ly nothing to do.'

'So you want to go home?' I asked her. She was adamant. 'No. It's really, really great being bored.'

I'd never really thought about it before, but some of our best family holidays are very, very boring. It's not that we don't do anything on them. It's that there's nothing we have to do. On Achill, there's no cinema or cultural activities of any kind. There's just outside - fields, beach, cliffs - to be clambered over, if the weather's good enough. It's completely different to our regular city family life, where even the eight-year-old twins have a calendar to mark all their appointments. Recorder club, going to tea, Brownies, school fete. No point keeping a diary on Achill. Wouldn't be anything in it.

Perhaps it's also something to do with being on an island. Some years ago, the tourist office on Norfolk Island, off the coast of Australia, dreamt up a slogan to attract visitors to its sleepy shores. The posters read - 'Norfolk Island. The Most Boring Place in the World!' Visitors numbers increased substantially. The BBC, not believing Norfolk's claim, canvassed people to see where they found most boring. Interestingly, most named places which they kept going back to.

The truth is, we all like being bored on holiday, because we're increasingly entertained at home. We want to get up late, slouch around, wonder what on earth we're going to do today. Of course, for my teenager being bored is a badge of honour. It's obligatory for someone her age. I know when she gets home she'll boast to her mates about just how boring both the place, and her parents, are.

So when we're looking for somewhere to go away, and the kids say, 'That looks so boring,' I'll save a link to the page. Nothing like having nothing to do.

Dea-scovering Kids' Museums - by Dea Birkett

So - we're not on our way to Rome (yet), although the guidebooks are still spread over my desk and the draft schedule written. But in the meantime, I've noticed there are plans for a Children's Museum in London, as part of the King's Cross redevelopment. It made me think whether a museum specifically for children is really what we want. I know some families enjoy them (see Rhonda's article on Eureka! in Halifax, the people behind the new London venture), but personally I prefer to chat to my kids in front of a really interesting object, rather than watch them push buttons and pull levers while I finger the crayons and play with the pipe cleaners, just a little bit bored.

I have enjoyed museums aimed specifically at children. Despite its terrifying title, the Tinderbox Cultural House for Children in Odense, birthplace of Hans Christian Anderson, was huge fun. Seven-year-old Savanna dressed up as characters from her favourite fairy tales and lay on a pile of mattresses, until she could feel the pea like a real life princess. (And I've written about the museum's fabulous cafe in an Eating with Kids column.) But, if I'm honest, I think I enjoyed it because I just had one child with me, not the usual three. It was a special time for the two of us, when I, too, could become childish. When Savanna's twin brother and older sister are with us, the division between grown ups and kids is far more apparent, and we split into age camps. They play together; I watch.

I'd be worried that's what would happen if we all went together to a Children's Museum. And that if the boyfriend came too, the divisions between different generations would be even wider. I can't imagine getting him to dress up as anything. And the only thing he's ever made from pipe cleaners is something to unblock a hose on the hoover.

I haven't yet visited any of Americas many Children's Museums - which is where the children's museum movement started. If you have, let me know what you think.

The Point of Dea-parture - by Dea Birkett

Ironic, really, that I’m sitting at home, at my desk, writing my first travel blog. But this is where all new journeys begin. And I am going on a sort of journey, entering new territory here. This blog will let you in on all my family travel secrets, in the funny way that blogs do. Blogs are great confessionals. So, here we go …

I don’t want to go away. I’m always filled with dread for at least a week before I travel anywhere. It’s nothing to do with the practical arrangements, though they can be daunting. I think it’s because travel changes you, and especially changes families. You act differently, learn something new, change the way you talk to each other. That’s what happens to us, at least. And it doesn’t seem to matter if we’re going to Malaysia or Margate. Away, we’re transformed. And change can be terrifying – although I don’t believe that’s a reason not to do it.

All a bit silly, really. I’m only sitting here trying to arrange a weekend in Rome. I have a system for this stage of the holiday planning. (I’m a person who loves systems and lists.) I get the Lonely Planet and Rough Guide, and any family guides that there are. (If you know one for Rome, let me know.) I write a list of things we shouldn’t miss. These won’t necessarily be the major sights. We all love the free theatre of markets, so it may well be the best fruit and flower stalls in town. I then draw out a rough plan of what we’ll do each day. I deliberately avoid discussion on this, as it will only lead to arguments. The kids call it ‘Mum’s schedule’. I build in breaks – not from the destination, but from each other, so each generation has time on its own.

Then …. Well, then we leave. And Mum’s schedule gets torn up. But somewhere in the back of all our brains we cling on to enough of it to frame the family holiday. And we come back different. Do you?

Dea Birkett takes over Take the Family blog

We are delighted to announce that one of the UK's leading family travel writers Dea Birkett will be taking over our blog. We are looking forward to hearing Dea's thoughts, views, anecdotes, tips and comments on travelling with the family, which she has done widely over the years and continues to do so on a regular basis. Find out more about Dea here and watch this space!

Christmas Family Breaks in London 2008 - by Rhonda Carrier

Christmas is a magical time wherever you choose to spend it, but big cities excel when it comes to lights, dazzle and festive shopping and entertainment. With the recession starting to bite, everyone needs a little winter pick-me-up, and a short break in London can be surprisingly affordable

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Credit Crunch Family Skiing Holidays - by Nick Dalton

When it comes to great-value family ski holidays, it’s hard to beat Eastern Europe. In years past, the resorts there might have been cheap because of poor lifts and food that was always running out (apart from the potatoes). But all that has changed – huge investment in hotels and lifts, and even the construction of whole new resorts, means they’re worth a visit.

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Winter Wonderland holiday ideas - by Rhonda Carrier

Winter is the perfect excuses for a family break, whether you go to a fireworks extravaganza at a theme-park, head north or to the mountains in search of some real snow, or jet off to warmer climes...

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We're Website of the Week on TRAVELMail

Have you seen that Take the Family are Website of the Week on the TravelMail site?

We're delighted and take their comments onboard - in fact as we speak we're all being busy bees with development for our site relanch later this year! This amongst an awful of other brilliant new things, will include the facility for users to add their own reviews. We've said all along that parents like you are the ones in the know, so we're making it even easier for you to tell us what's what.

In the meantime - take a look at our favourite family events for October half term.

Take a look at these fab events for Autumn

Got a touch of half term panic?

Even if you're not going away this half term, we've still gots lots of ideas to keep the kids entertained. Take a look at our Autumn Events guide.

From Sea Monster Week in Newquay to DISCOLOCO in Hackney, or CBeebies at the Theatre to Halloween on the Heath (no not that one, the one in Suffolk), and tons more besides....

And what's more, a fair few of them are totally FREE!

Dea Birkett's Eating with Kids Series - A Fantastically Foul Feast with Roald

With Roald Dahl Day on September 13th, this month Take the Family writer Dea Birkett and family turns their attention to their annual fantastically foul feast at Cafe Twit at the Roald Dahl Museum.

The menu may consist of Fresh Mudburgers, Snozzcumbers and Squiggly Spaghetti, all borrowed from Dahl books. "It’s not what food tastes or even looks like that warms my kids’ tummies. It’s the story attached."

"There’s nothing quite so tasty as disgusting food. Try and get my kids to eat meatballs and passata, and they’ll turn up their little noses. Tell them the same dish is eyeballs oozing blood, and they’ll scoff them down."

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Tip Top Tree Top Trip reviews

Just a quick note to let you know about the huge bundle of brand new compelling articles in our new feature article section on takethefamily.com.

Soon to come is a tree top camping adventure, with recent articles including, Eating with Kids: On Eurostar,by renowned travel writer Dea Birkett, Top 10 Welsh campsites for families, theme park hotels, jersey, northern greece and tons more...

Our terrific new writers include, Nick Dalton, Jos Simon, Sarah Ebner and Lynette Lowthian,with more to follow in the recent future.

Take a look!

Take the family to Cornwall

Take the Family have just returned from a fabulous few days on the Cornish Riviera...

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We stayed at The Rosevine, nr Portscatho - an absolutely fabulous luxury retreat of apartments and suites with all the amenities of a luxury hotel, with fantastic facilities, and superbly friendly staff. Nothing was too much trouble. Over looking Gerrans Bay, with a 3 minute walk to a superbly family friendly safe sandy beach, and more coastal walks, it is the perfect place to get away from it all, relax and enjoy...

And what's more for May and June, The Rosevine are offering Take the Family users a complimentary chilled bottle of wine on arrival, a bucket and spade per child and a paper back each for mum and dad.

We also stayed at Parc Vean, a superb self catering bungalow, 5 minutes from 2 very secluded beaches, with 2 acres of wonderful grounds, a giant wooden fort, family bikes, a football goal, trampoline, bbq, and superb gardens. You'll feel like you are staying in the Lost gardens of Heligan!! This is the perfect retreat for families, sleeping up to 7 guests, with 2 bathrooms, 2 living rooms and tons more. Described as Cornish Charm London Style, the attention to detail is superb, with a mixture of gorgeous eclectic antiques and quality modern appliances. You can't help but relax in this fabulous environment. You can even get meals and provisions delivered, and do as little or as much as you wish. Relaxation is what Parc Vean does best!

Parc Vean are offering Take the Family users a huge 10% discount on all breaks outside of school holidays, plus a free welcome hamper for your arrival.


Don't forget to visit TaketheFamily again soon, to find out where we are off to next!

Happy Holidays!

Eating with Kids Series - Dea tackles Museums

This month Dea Birkett and family tackle 'Eating with Kids' in Museums. Although you would anticipate this to be an easy formula to follow, they find that many are not too family friendly.

Next stop: Cruise Ships

Take the Family on Five News Today

Take the Family's founder Andy Cook appeared on Five News bulletins at 12:30pm and 5pm today, following yesterdays anniversary of Madeleine McCann's disappearance, talking about Take the Family's poll revealing that 62% of parent's were less likely to use in-resort baby sitting/listening services that they were a year ago.

Read more details in this press release: Parents less likely to leave kids alone on hols after Madeleine disappearance

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Dea Birkett launches 'Eating with Kids' series

This month delectable and renowned journalist Dea Birkett, launches her 'Eating with Kids' series, starting in bustling Edinburgh.

Often finding somewhere to sup is the biggest challenge for a travelling family. So, throwing weight loss to the wind, we head to the start of this culinary journey where her family started - Edinburgh.

Next Month: Museums.