I used to think that finding baby-friendly places to visit was hard enough, but now I am discovering it was nothing compared with a semi-potty trained toddler.
In the early days of motherhood day trips were all about finding somewhere that would never be far away from a suitably private spot to whip out the milk at the drop of a hat. I remember many a time frantically scanning the landscape for somewhere to dive into to end the screams that seemed to suggest that my baby was about to explode unless she got some sustenance in the next few seconds.
Another challenge was making sure that the nice smooth path you were merrily pushing your pram along did not suddenly descend into a steep set of steps, that in your sleep deprived state thought you might give a go, before ending up stuck half way down, unable to continue or return.
But now I have found that that was basically a walk in the park compared to venturing out with a freshly (or more like barely) potty-trained toddler.
I now wake in a panic hearing the dreaded phrase “I need a poo” ringing in my ears.
What that translates as is: “You have precisely five seconds to get me to a toilet otherwise I am going to do one here right on the floor in front of all these nice respectable people enjoying a civilized walk around this historic National Trust property.”
If I didn’t know better I might almost think my daughter has a tick list, as she seems to only save herself for the most worthy spots.
So far this week, she has deposited a gift in the middle of the cafe of Alnwick Garden and on a 2,000 year old Roman ruin on Hadrian’s Wall. I suppose over the course of history it has seen worse.
Do they do poop-a-scoops for kids?


















