We have wanted to pretend visit Australia since our idea began – after all, she is New Zealand‘s cousin and a country Mark and I have loved visiting (and even living in) over the years. So when we were invited to Spring City – a trampoline park in Liverpool, it seemed like the perfect time. After all, what can jump higher than a kangaroo?
Breakfast
Mark rose to the occasion and created a very cool Aussie breakfast for the kids. Kangaroo nutella (can we pretend its Vegemite, which they hate?) toast presented with an Aussie flag! Bonza mate.
Spring City
The thing that most interested me about our visit was that we were bouncing at a time for families, which meant that Freddie (who is two) could bounce and so could we. The location is very cool, in an old Dock, and we were made to feel very welcome.
We put our shoes in the locker, put on our special socks and headed out. In honour of our visit to Australia, Penny and her friend Pollyanna were dressed as Kangaroos and were certainly ready to bounce!
It was awesome. Freddie loved it… the girls loved it… and Mark really loved it! There was bouncing and basketball bouncing and dodge ball. Freddie bounced and Mark bounced and (oh but) the girls bounced.
It was pouring with rain outside and I simply couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend the hour! When we were all bounced out we went for (a very nice and not expensive) lunch before heading home.
Boomerangs
After a much needed rest in which we watched the Wiggles (of course) we headed to the Park to throw a boomerang around. Naturally we lost it on the first (giant) throw by the Kiwi as it bounced alarmingly off someones house.
Luckily, knowing my husband well, I had a spare. It didn’t come back to us at all though, apart from once, to Penny – but I think that was an accident…
Still it was nice to get out into the lovely warm sunshine and when we got home we all went into the garden to play.
Throw another shrimp on the Barbie
Of course we had a BBQ. Of course there were shrimps. Of course we listened to Kylie and Men at Work while we were cooking. There was also Fosters. – which every Aussie will now tell me is rubbish and they don’t really drink it.
Bedtime stories
When I was a little girl one of my parents friends who lived in Australia sent me a book called Possum Magic and I used to spend hours wandering what lamingtons and vegemite sandwiches tasted like. My mum had kept the book for me; Penny loved the story and it was the perfect goodnight.
If you want to learn about our visit’s to New Zealand and Samoa have a look here.
