Mouse Hole Fandom

It’s a thing, I guess? I created something that has fans. I’m kind of in awe of this.

I went into Google Maps to get the address of the mouse hole to send to someone who wanted to know exactly where it is, and discovered that someone has actually added Wakehurst Mouse Hole to Google Maps as a “tourist attraction,” and it currently has a 5-star rating! How about THAT! It’s an actual London landmark now.

Remember when I made a Hermione Grangermouse for a woman who contacted me because she really wanted to give a mouse to her daughter for her birthday? I did it in exchange for a donation to Little Village, the charity I volunteer for.

She recently sent me this message:

Also, last weekend a different woman and her daughter came to my door, and they gave me these:

They handed me this letter, and explained that they love the mouse hole, and had told a relative who lives in Wales about it, and she made these Welsh mice to send to me.

SO sweet! And honestly, they are just too cute. That’s proper needle felting right there, so much better than what I can make! They are now visiting the Wakehurst Mouse Hole.

And finally, remember when I held a contest to win a custom mouse, to raise money for women’s charities?

The winner, whose name is Marly, decided on a superhero mouse, which was fun to make for her. Meet Mighty Marly Mouse:

Faster than a speeding bulldog! More powerful than a steel mouse trap! Able to leap Victorian boot scrapers in a single bound!


I can’t believe I didn’t know about this for so long, after living here for almost five years! And it’s even something we can go do within the current lockdown restrictions!

For those of you who are as in the dark as I was about what this is, well, you’ve heard of beach combing? Mudlarking is like that, except along the Thames River in London; and you’re not looking for pretty shells, but rather, for bits of centuries-old-trash-turned-treasure. Centuries of lost or cast-off items that now qualify as antiques. It’s treasure hunting the whole family can do together, right here in London.

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Chelsea in Bloom

I’m rewinding back to May for this post. (I’m no longer fussed about chronology on this increasingly sporadic blog of mine. As I say to my kids, you get what you get and you don’t get upset.)

To go along with the annual Chelsea Flower Show, the King’s Road and its cross streets, along with Sloane Square and Duke of York Square, get a floral makeover for a week, called ‘Chelsea in Bloom.’

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Cracking on With Christmas

(I was going to title this “Kicking off Christmas,” but I realised that is a very American thing to say, as here “kicking off” means starting to throw a fit. So I revised to something that sounds a lot more British.)


This is our third Christmas season in London. Yes, Christmas, not holiday season; the holiday season here means summer vacation; and even though in general I find this a very tolerant melting pot of a city, Brits don’t seem to be concerned about religious political correctness surrounding Christmas the way Americans are, hence every public school child performs in a nativity play, and no one seems bothered by it. Continue reading