We are very lucky indeed to live five minutes walk from two gorgeous little parks in Bath. One of them, Sydney Gardens, was where Jane Austen used to take her morning stroll. It is pretty as a picture, with the train line and the canal running through it, zigzagged by lots of little bridges on which I regularly now stand with B to shout "Choo choo" as the trains whizz past. If we're lucky, the London Paddington drivers toot their horn at us as we wave to them, much to the delight of B. Sydney Gardens is also home of the Holburne Museum, a beautiful art gallery with a fancy cafe attached. At the weekend, the Holburne hosted a hot air balloon in their gardens so we took a teething toddler along in the evening to cheer him up and help him forget all about his poorly mouth.