In the last possible moment, we finally made it to the gorgeous Winnie-the-Pooh exhibition at the V&A, with the help of our friend Steph. My illustrator self desperately wanted to pause and drool over the gorgeous pictures but I had to give in to the demands of small children, so sadly this blog entry is more about the joys of child-inspiring exhibitions than the glory of E H Shepard.
Feets is currently ensconced in the magic of Winnie-the-Pooh which we regularly read before bed. Bean is thrilled when let out of her buggy to practise her newfound walking skills. Both were absolutely delighted by the exhibition, which offered a glorious physical visit into the world of Winnie-the-Pooh.
I hesitated in the first room, and thought our tour would be brief, as Feets is spoilt by interactive exhibitions and couldn't keep her attention on the displays, after counting how many Winnie-the-Poohs she could see.

But then the second room was a treasure trove of magic. A door, which I would never fit through, a bell, a tent, a river across an interactive floor, which kept them occupied for house, trees with seats inside, and finally a table, where Feets sat with Steph for a good hour, concocting drawings of trees and Piglet and cups of tea. Even ... a slide. A slide!
Happy, happy people. Thanks, Steph! Thanks, V&A!
Feets is currently ensconced in the magic of Winnie-the-Pooh which we regularly read before bed. Bean is thrilled when let out of her buggy to practise her newfound walking skills. Both were absolutely delighted by the exhibition, which offered a glorious physical visit into the world of Winnie-the-Pooh.



