“What shall we do whilst J & Daddy are away on football tour T?”
“Well… I’d really like to make a quilt.”
“Oh.”
This was one of those conversations that, as soon as they reach their eventual and somewhat ambulatory conclusion, you wonder where the hell it came from.
This is also one of those moments where I find myself thinking, “meh, quilting? how hard can that be?!?!?”
Ah, English Summer Fetes. What a beautifully eclectic variety of weekend entertainment. From the gently frustrating Hook-a-Duck, the aggression venting Splat-the-Rat, the pocket fleecing raffle (none of the prizes you actually want to win but you still buy a mass of tickets anyway) and the Teddy Bear Rocket Launcher. All the old favourites. But, wait, what was that? Teddy Bear Rocket launcher??? Yes. Yes, my friends, you read that correctly. There is a new stall in the village (well the neighbouring one to be precise) where your child’s teddy gets the opportunity of a lifetime – to become an astronaut. Yes. I know. Continue reading “Little Bear’s Space Adventures”
Strolling among the leaves this evening this gorgeous bundle of prickles. I think we disturbed her tasty slug supper. Autumn is gathering pace.
The following post is a guest post by J, he is 7 and he is my son. Enjoy…
Ladybird Ladybird fly away home,
Your house is on fire and your children all gone,
All except one and that’s little Ann,
And she’s crept under the warming pan.
The night was cold and frosty,
There’s no more to tell.
(A Frosty Night by Robert Graves)
Finally a Playground with a View in Somerset, England! The view across Chew Valley Lake from the Bristol Water Site at Chew Magna, simply gorgeous especially in the late autumn sunshine just before enjoying Fish n Chips from the excellent Salt & Malt.
Last week featured Apple Day, a celebration of all things apple (just to clarify we are talking about the crunchy variety not the tech giant), so yesterday we decided to venture to Glastonbury and participate in the National Trust’s Apple Picking Event at the foot of Glastonbury Tor. It appears though that we were a little late for it as by the time we arrived the promised apple activities (apple pressing, apple art etc) were nowhere to be seen.
As I write this the rain is teeming down. I can see it drumming on the decking, dancing between the grooves and keeping up with the steady tempo of the dish washer whirring in the kitchen behind me. While I watch the rain fall I am smiling.
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Photography by Oliver Jordan.
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