I am continually amazed by the number of brilliant creatives who live in our neighbourhood. Artists, sculpture-ers, singers, seamstresses, writers, you name it we appear to have them. The best part of this is that they all appear to be willing to share their knowledge, especially with the younger members of our community. Continue reading “Arty Crafty”
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness… we had everything before us, we had nothing before us”
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
School holidays are rather like football matches: a game of two halves that is, not full of sweaty over-paid man boys. One half is invariably packed full of action with excitement at every turn, whilst the other is full of dull, but strategically vital, defensive work. Sometimes though, just sometimes it all comes together in a game that is thrilling from beginning to end with a team that works together to produce magic.
I can’t remember the last time we had a family holiday for longer than a long weekend; Steve’s job always requires him to work during the summer holiday period. Usually we (the children and I) cobble together a few long weekends with Daddy, then lots of day trips and time exploring and making the most of our local area. However it never quite leaves you refreshed or raring to go when we hit September and it’s back to school. What with all the changes that have happened to in the Life of Ryrie over the past couple of years we could really do with ten days of doing nothing other than debate whether to go to the beach or which swimming pool we should frequent. Alas it was not to be this summer.