Tagged: terrace

Balcony Sunshade in Pale Blue (Or a Story About Invention)

Necessity is the Mother of Invention Once upon a time not so long ago, an old man and his older wife were sat on their balcony enjoying the sunshine. Except that the sun was oh so bright that every day, after only ten minutes, they would shuffle back inside to avoid the glare. “What we need,” says she “is a sun-shade.” “Right ho” says he and he shuffles out the apartment, down the four flights of stairs, along the highway for a mile and to the store. “We want a sun shade as it’s too hot to sit out on the balcony.” The salesman rubbed his chin, and disappeared to the back of his shop. After much muttering, clattering and the occasional grunt, the salesman...

A Garden with a View

There are lots of reasons why we choose the houses that we live in… Location, price, amount of rooms. etc. For my parents the only reason they bought the house they have now lived in for 25 years was the garden. The house itself is so boring, and the area so nothing-special that the first two times my mum took my dad to look at it he refused to get out of the car. But she knew that if she could get him through the wooden gate squeezed between the house and the garage then he would be sold on it. And, when he was finally dragged through just to shut her up (believe me – mum wrote the book on nagging!) well, he still...

5 Step Guide to Finding the Perfect Place for your Outdoor Dining Table

Today, toddler and I went on a bus ride to the local indoor play barn. I’m not quite sure which bit for him was the most exciting. Maybe it was the play barn (which is his second favorite thing in the world), or the bus journey (which is his favorite thing in the world)… but today I think all things might have been outdone by the excitement of sitting on a bench at the bus stop for 20 minutes watching the traffic go past. This may seem like a bore to a grown-up but to a three year old it is an exciting time. You start by climbing on the bench and then jumping up and down and crawling along it. You investigate underneath it...

A Perfect Residence

Have you noticed the incredible business of children’s outdoor play-houses these days? How they have progressed from cardboard boxes into mini-me mansions of splendor. I have only noticed this from wondering whether I could possibly share some of my outside space with somewhere for my toddler to play, but he seems quite happy, for now, with the space under the patio table. Anyways, when I was a kid growing up in a country village my first play-house was an overturned giant oil tank (thankfully with no oil) that I filled with logs for seats and a giant tree-stump for a table. After a while, I outgrew it (and got fed up of invasions from older siblings) so I decided it was time to search out some...