West Midlands

West Midlands

As a Brummie I was really looking forward to taking Tommy round Brum on our holiday. As we were there at Christmas it was a bit bloody cold and dark, but that didn’t stop us from having a mooch around and visiting Birmingham, the Black Country Museum and Redditch where I grew up.

Tommy visiting my old stomping ground
Tommy visiting my old stomping ground

I would recommend a trip Brum centre any time of year with kids, there’s plenty to do around the canals, in the new library or the Rag Market to pick up some much needed tat.

If you’re feeling brave you can even go and see the Villa play like we did, with my mate Joe and one of his daughters, you may not see the silkiest football but you can always get a seat.

The magnificent Villa Park
The magnificent Villa Park
Come on Villa!
Come on Villa!

I’m not sure if Bham’s own eye is there all year, but I do know it costs a lot less than its London namesake and there is considerably less queue, and just look at that view!

The Brummie eye
The Brummie eye

You can jump on the eye just outside the library then jump inside to spend a penny and marvel and the wonders of Birmingham architecture and buy a commemorative tea towel.

The central library
The central library
Bridge over the canal
Bridge over the canal

The canals have some trips available but I’m sorry to say we weren’t organised enough to do any, so we had to be happy with a walk on the towpath and a pub lunch. Mind you we did travel on the top deck of the number 52 on the way into town which Tommy thought was just as cool.

More canals than Venice
More canals than Venice

Uncle John and Auntie Joan were our hosts for the day and we all had a great day, despite the sub-zero temperatures!

Deep in conversation
Deep in conversation
A load of Bullring bull
A load of Bullring bull
A day trip with Uncle Jon and Auntie Joan
A day trip with Uncle Jon and Auntie Joan
Victoria square
Victoria square

Nan also took Tommy on a trip, this one to the Black Country museum. I took the chance to go for a couple of cheeky drinks with friends and so I don’t have much to report, or many photos to show, but I do know from my own experience that the Black Country Museum is a nailed on winner for kids who like a bit of history.

It was cold at the Black Country museum
It was cold at the Black Country museum

Back at Auntie Christine, Uncle Andy and Nan’s house in Redditch we dedicated ourselves to the typical English pursuit of walking the dog in the freezing cold under dressed.

Doing a teenager impression
Doing a teenager impression

Still like all good English towns there are loads of places to stop for a warming cuppa and a cake and there’s always some gardening to be done at home to keep warm as well.

Digging Uncle Andy
Digging Uncle Andy

I had also forgotten how many big bloody birds there are in England like this one, the big Redditch water bird, which was big like I said.

Redditch wildlife
Redditch wildlife
More Redditch walks
More Redditch walks

I also wanted to include a photo of Tommy’s previous trip to Redditch to Nan’s house, which was a flying visit when he was two. I had been out and perhaps had one too many to drink and woke up (a bit late) to snow. So Nan told me to take him outside, which I did, impressed? He was not..too bloody cold!

Tommy's first taste of snow
Tommy’s first taste of snow

One thought on “West Midlands

  1. Lorena

    Hi Jonathan, Thanks for the suggestions. I live in Coventry as an Ecuadorian MA student and I did not have idea Birmingham had such nice places!. In fact, nice to know that one of my tutors in ESPE (programa de diplomado) is a Brummie!

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