24 April 2013 12:37
It is some time since I have linked up to The Gallery by the Lovely Tara Cain from Sticky Fingers, however when I spotted the theme was Expressions I couldn't resist joining in. Every week on the farm as we take a new group of children round on the morning tractor ride to help feed and care for the animals their faces are a picture. These are a few expressions captured here this week.
Why not pop over and see what other lovely expressions there are this week.
22 April 2013 12:35
Crack open the fizz!
Whoop Whoop, I have made the shortlist thanks to you lovely people. This is the first year I will be going to Brit Mums Live, how exciting to be in with a chance of a BiBs Award too! When I put a little badge on my side bar I thought it would just be wishful thinking. Thank you for keeping my dream alive and short listing me for Lifestyle.
To find I am also in Social Media is the most wonderful surprise. I have just read the qualifications again and am thrilled to think that people have actually heard about me around the net. Not because I am big headed, but because I am passionate about our lifestyle at Coombe Mill, the outdoor family fun we have and wanting to share this and inspire others into fun loving time out of the house and away from computers and TV. On the back of this I hope to quietly raise awareness of our farm holidays at Coombe Mill. That you feel I am achieving this is as much as I could ever hope for.
Thank you so much for all the kind words on Twitter and Facebook and best of luck to all the other brilliant blogs in my categories, I know everyone and they are all amazing! Of course I would dearly love to be a finalist, if you feel I warrant your vote this is the form. Support and friendship here is what inspires me on with my blog, after all when I told my husband of my shortlist the reply was an off hand:
"Very good, now what about 'The Award for Holiday Bookings?'"
Actually there are now a significant number I connect with via my blog and social platforms who are also Coombe Mill guests, so there Farmer Nick, does that make Brit Mums Live a Business Expense?
19 April 2013 23:30
Secret Dens and Campfires
The children had been entertaining themselves beautifully last weekend; out on the farm from dawn to dusk I could never find them, apart from when they came in asking for permission to go up to the village shop. I gave them each some money and off they toddled. It is a lovely cross country journey which I am happy for them to do by themselves. They came back armed with marshmallow sweets and inviting me and Grandma to join them at their Den. What they hadn't said was that the den and camp fire were half way up the ravine, poor Grandma was worried about tripping over in the undergrowth, but Guy took great care to ensure he led her up the safest path.
Once there I was of course invited into the most camouflage den I have ever seen. You really wouldn't know it was there as you approach. They had built it into a granite outcrop supported by branches and an old bed head dragged up from Dad's shed and covered it all with leaves and twigs.
We took Grandma carefully back then I returned to watch their campfire, and share in a marshmallow or two!
The project didn't end there, the following day I was summonsed to see the improvements they had been working on, the den had become a full on fort and I have to hand it to them for imagination. It rather reminded me of a scene out of Lord of the flies. The Camp had been extended, the camp fire laid with stones and seating like a proper cooking area. There were coat stands and best of all a camp hedge and sign for "Camp Scull" together with a horse skull on the end of an old pole!
They showed me the treasure they had collected, a horse tooth, bone and a complete pot which were displayed on their shelves. It really was rather an impressive find.
When I asked if they had to defend their camp from any passing enemy they dashed off to show me their hill top hide out from where they charged down the bank to tackle any intruders.
It was baths before dinner after all that bulding and play in the great outdoors!
Joining In with Country Kids
What ever you have been doing with the children to enjoy the outdoors is welcome here on the linky. Please grab the badge and join in. From city park to country woods, fresh air and freedom from indoor screens is good for us all. Do take a few minutes to check out some of the others linked up, there are always some wonderful ideas. I have got to try cooking with wild garlic after seeing what Christine made from a foraging adventure. This ice home adventure fascinated me from Bavarian Sojourn and I really want a beach day after reading Helen's day with the Princess and the Pickle.
17 April 2013 09:10
A poorly boy
I am having one of those weeks when my outdoor children, who are usually as tough as old boots and hardy to the extreme, have instead been falling one after another to a ghastly sickness bug. I think they are on a rota between themselves to see whose turn it is to have a day at home with Mum! When children feel unwell they have that special flushed look or are worryingly colourless, either way the only option is to send them back to bed with a sick bowl! You know they are not playing you up when there is no argument and no desire to hang out on the sofa with the television for company. Guy was off yesterday and when I saw him this morning, there was no way school was an option! Given I had Clio sick in the night I figured at least they could keep each other company!
How Things Can Change
By lunch time they had both moved to the sofa and wondered downstairs in their pyjamas. Declaring themselves hungry I let them munch on some plain toast and glasses of water before suggesting that a walk over to the farm to help me feed the lambs might cheer them up. Clio mumbled she wasn't up to it but Guy agreed to join me. I know I bang on about the power of fresh air but as we walked across the wooded path chatting together Guy visibly improved.
By the time we returned the sun was shining and he and Clio made themselves comfy on the sun loungers in the garden. I was conscious that it was nearly school pick up time and that the older children had surf club at the beach. I had no intention of taking the poorly pair but since Nick had gone out shopping for an emergency bath replacement for one of our properties they had to come. I wrapped them up and thought a little sea air wouldn't hurt.
A Miraculous Recovery
The pictures tell it all really, hardly looking poorly now! I warned them it wasn't a good idea and hadn't even taken Guy's wet suit, yet still when I turned my back there he was playing in the sea with Jed while Clio hovered round the surf group, leggings pushed up to make shorts.
I am delighted to say it is school for all today. I really do marvel at the way for children a bug can descend like a hail storm, pound their whole being then leave them, just like the sun breaking through the clouds as though the storm had never been. This is a skill I think we loose with age; I am far more inclined to struggle on when feeling poorly and only gradually return to full strength again. I would love to be like my children and just bounce straight back into life firing on all cylinders.