On Saturday we visited Beamish which is an open air museum in the North-East. We've been many times in the past but it was the first time we've been with Henry and he absolutely loved it. Beamish is basically a small town set up to resemble what it would have looked like in the Georgian, Victorian and Edwardian periods. You could spend days there looking round: there's a mine, shops, a farm, a railway, a manor house, a school, fairground, various modes of transport...the list goes on. Luckily when you buy a ticket you are able to visit again as many times as you like in the year so you don't have to rush around.
This weekend we focused on the Christmassy aspects of Beamish and it really is a magical place to be at Christmas. We ate fish and chips with our fingers (all fried in beef dripping over coal fires), we ice skated and drank mulled wine outside around coal fire pits, we ate roasted chestnuts, fed the reindeer, watched old fashioned sweets being made (and obviously bought some to try), wandered around a Christmas market, listened to a band playing carols in the bandstand, and of course, visited Santa himself.
Henry absolutely loved all the twinkly lights and riding on the old fashioned bus and tram. He loved watching the band play carols and feeding the reindeer. His older cousins enjoyed watching the sweets being made and were interested in the history of Beamish. There really is so much to do and it's perfect for all ages; I can't recommend it enough.
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