There is something magical seeing life through your child. The innocence of it, how they believe everything that is shown to them and they live in a childhood bubble. I know one day that bubble will burst and I’m going to keep hold of it for as long as I can.
Whilst we were recently on holiday at Bluestone in Pembrokeshire, Wales we were invited to the secret fairy village and to say my girls were excited would be an understatement. I’ve never seen them eat their lunch so quickly for us to be able to head off to the village.
The magical experience starts at the Bluestone village, by the giant chair. I mean who doesn’t love a giant chair to sit on or in Holly’s case have a lie down!
While we were quietly waiting for someone to arrive, a Hobbit was just causally walking into the village carrying a piece of paper. He then starts shouting to a couple of girls (who worked there, not just random people!) who were sat on the village green. Saying he was off to The Secret Fairy Village. This obviously got everyone aware he was here and the girls were giggling.
He introduced himself as Gavin the Hobbit and checked all the children off his list. He gathered them around on the floor and told them he was going to be taking them to the secret fairy garden. To make sure he knew who was part of his gang, he got out the brightest pink face paint I’ve ever seen and popped some on all the children’s cheeks. (It does come off their cheeks, clothes and hair easily.)
All the children were given a little book of secrets, all about the fairy village. They then all had to say and do the actions of the fairy village promise. Where they wouldn’t tell a soul what they were about to see…
It was then time to head off. On the way they stopped at a tree and each had to pick a leaf. It was a magic leaf and by wearing it, it meant that when you stood completely still you were camouflaged as a tree. Throughout the experience if we passed any humans, we had to stand still like a tree so they couldn’t see us.
We then made out way down into the woods, where we stopped at each sign along the way. In their books it told them all about the different things we saw. At each point all the children were sprinkled with a different colour fairy dust. Each colour had a different meaning.
At one point they were sprinkled with dust and had to close their eyes really tight and make a wish. It was so cute seeing them all do it. Alice wouldn’t share with me what her wish was in case it didn’t come true!
We then arrived at the fairy village and found the Bluestone Fairy, called Bluebell asleep.
It wasn’t long until Bluebell woke up and she sprinkled some fairy dust on all the children. I love this photo of my girls…
We then headed off to go and see where the hobbits lived. You could see all their little houses in the woodland hill.
As we made our way to the see where the fairies lived, we had to cross a bridge and as each child went across. They had to shout their name to the world.
We then arrived at the fairy village which was by a stream. Bluebell told us who lived in each of the house’s.
Bluebell is the daughter of the queen and she lives on the other side in the fairy castle.
It was then time to make our way back to the giant chair in the village. The girls had such a lovely time and as we were walking back, I asked Alice what her favourite part was and she said being given some actual hobbit dust. She was clutching it so tightly in her hand!
The whole experience lasted 90 minutes and both the hobbit and the fairy did an amazing job at keeping the children’s attention and interest. They all totally brought into everything they said and all the children seemed to have a great time.
If your heading to Bluestone anytime soon, you can look here to see if they are running the Secret Fairy Village activity while you are there. It cost £10 per child for the 90 minute session.
It was truly a magical experience and Alice came away saying it was the best day ever…
Disclosure: We were invited to experience the secret fairy village activity in return for an honest review. All views and opinions are my own.