I wrote yesterday about the importance of learning to read and write and where it can take children. Not only is it great for their educational development, but it is a lovely opportunity to share time together, weather on a wet afternoon on the sofa or a bedtime story snuggled up together.
Today I am proud to share some classic Christmas books which will keep Children everywhere enchanted in the run up to Christmas.
The 4 books I have to share are all from Parragon Books Ltd, and part of the extensive range of Children’s books on their website.
You can’t fail to be charmed by this long standing Christmas tale, I remember reading it to my own children when they were young and practically know the rhyming words off by heart as they would have me read it over and over throughout December. I will indeed be reading it once again to our Christmas guests this festive Eve.
This is a beautiful wooden book for younger children with a finger puppet reindeer on every page. A simple story for tots yet magical told in the right setting with the sensory benefit of the little puppet. It is one we have used with our holiday makers in the Fairy Garden where they have been transfixed as my daughter read.
An all time classic that has stood the test of time being retold from generation t o generation. 8 of the most famous stories are included in this Parragon edition including my childhood favourite, The Ugly Duckling. This book has more writing and less illustration than many so better for age 6 and up and would make a wonderful Christmas present with a hard back cover.
A bumper activity book with plenty of stickers to keep active minds busy for hours. there is everything from dot the dot to spotting the odd one out and all on a Christmas theme. I’m sure I will be using some of these on our own Christmas Activity Hour here on the farm.
If you would like a chance to win all 4 of these lovely Christmas books worth £30.96 just follow the instructions below. Good luck to all taking part and remember children who read succeed, and reading together is an important first step to this.
I was sent my Christmas book bundle for the purpose of this review. All thoughts are my own. Our copies of the books will be available in our reception borrow room for all our guests staying this Christmas to enjoy.
It only feels like yesterday I was trying to teach my boys to read and write how to form letters and where full stops belong. It felt such a struggle in those early days. If this is you now, searching for those on line education resources to give your child a little boost and checking school bags for pages of homework and reading books I say stick with it, make learning fun and encourage your child. It will all come good.
2 years ago I shared a short story written by my eldest son Alistair who at the time was preparing for his GCSE English Language exam. I was bursting with pride at the language used. Now I am thrilled to be in that same position all over again for my second son Felix who will take GCSE’s this school year.
To set the scene, he had been inspired by accompanying his older brother to a few of the University open days, realising the grades he would need to be part of this himself we had a little chat about the effort he was putting into his course work, which was frankly below what was needed, especially on core subjects. I knew he had a piece of descriptive writing due to be handed in and sent him down to the Coombe Mill River with a pen and paper. He returned about 20 minutes later, sat at the PC and taped out the following. Now I know he has it in him to achieve the grades he needs if he puts his mind to it and stays focused.
I sit alone on the river bank happily allowing the rest of the world to continue without me. I am content to just perch and take in what I am amongst, here at my spot along the river. It is an early hour on this dry autumn morning, my breath clearly visible as it escapes me and mixes with the cool biting air coating the river. I am wrapped up warm in my heavy black overcoat that protects me from neck to knee. My hands and face are gripped by the mean grasp of the invading cold air, both of which sting painfully when a frozen breeze invades my little space.
I close my eyes and focus on breathing. This is when I am hit by the smells surrounding me. The unmistakable scent of grass is intoxicating mixed with an earthy musky aroma emanating from the freshly churned river bed. I listen to the sound of the fast running water, crashing and turning over itself as it tumbles its way down the river. The birds in the trees above are breaking into song, each adding to the tune of the last; marking the dawn of the new day. Their chirps fill the air as they crescendo, creating a playful atmosphere.
I open my eyes and look upriver to the small caves that have been formed under the relentless assault of the current. The caves are half submerged, shadows keeping them in an eternal blackness where light dares not enter, but makes my imagination flare. A thought of hands emerging from the depths and pulling me under sends a chill down my spine. Above the water line however, a different story altogether, light leaps around, reflecting off the water to the roof of the caves and dancing along the walls. Dark and light are represented by an almost impassable line in nature, reminding me of the might of the Berlin wall.
Completely dead in the water lay a fallen tree, grey and weak as if it had been there for all time: strength sapped in an eternity of torture. I marvel at how it must once have stood tall and proud, a force of nature now totally consumed by a stronger one. It looks like a ghost with its distorted colour and bare features stripped of all the beauty once held within. The roots have spitefully ripped up a piece of ground as though punishing the soil for failing to hold firm.
In front of me there are stepping stones to the other side of the river where the land is steep and rocky. The rocks that make this patchy pathway across the gushing water are dangerously slippery with dew. Any attempt at crossing would be a suicide mission with an ice cold hell waiting. The water converges when going through these steps, akin to infants flooding through canteen doors. There is even some of the water that becomes confused and stuck behind the rocks, not quite sure what’s going on. The river floor suddenly drops away creating a waterfall, where the current thrashes and turns sinking under the surface in a cloudy mob of anarchy.
There is a clear flat stretch of the river to my left, where the water appears serene and inviting. It is a lie of course. If I were to leap in it would freeze the blood in my veins. But it looks so peaceful with its calm slow waters. The bottom of this stretch is golden with patches of bronze, like a royal tapestry. I can see all of the colours through the pristine water as though it were liquid crystal; it is a welcome image in this world of grey. Minute insects land and hover over this spot as the river reflects the sun light, which is now just breaking through the natural canopy of leaves. The sun light comes through in beams where it can, as an enemy breaks a shield wall in battle. I am hit by one of these breaching rays, its warmth challenging the numbness that has hold.
So as I sit here in this place and open my mind to its beauty, time has moved on. While I have been sat, day has broken and the sun has invaded my shaded spot on the river bank. The birds’ song has retreated as they busy themselves with their day. The dew is leaving the rocks and grass, taking with it the smell of morning. The gentle numbness in my fingers is dissipating as I stumble to my feet preparing to leave I stop to take in the whole scene, untouched by man it is becoming an increasingly endangered site. It is of course just my view of a river.
By Felix Cambouropoulos
It may not be perfect, but I’m sure when I was 15 I would have struggled to deliver a piece as good as this. There is something very magical about our river and I am grateful for it’s beauty everyday, seeing it appreciated and expressed through the mind of one of my teenage boys makes me incredibly proud.
As for those online resources, we have a whole national curriculum supported section on our website developed with twinkle UK especially to supplement learning here on holiday which covers the early years to key stage two.
I’ve been revealing spring planning here on the farm this season. So far I’ve shared Rambo the Ram who has been receiving a new lady friend each week in hope of spring lambs, the deer that are in ‘The Rut’ and hopefully will produce fawns in June and this week I’m sharing our cute pygmy goats. The nanny goats are very friendly with the children who visit the farm as well as being playful, full of character and forming strong friendship bonds with one another. I often spot the same ones close together and do wonder if the term ‘acting the goat’ comes from their fun personalities?
For most of the year Billy goat gruff remains separate from the ladies. He looked longingly into their field on passing after his horn operation and shortly after was rewarded with a lady friend in his pen. Now that we are closed for November and Billy poses no threat to the guests he has been allowed into the girls field where there is more grazing for winter and he can freely spread the love. He has really made himself at home and enjoying this time surrounded by females. Gestation periods are similar to sheep so kid goats should be arriving here on the farm from early March onwards.
Only Rocky is slightly put out, he is our hand reared kid from the spring who Farmer Nick failed with the castration band and left him growing as half a Billy with one Testicle! Poor Rocky is not at all amused by the arrival of his manly farther into the field and happily trots over to me each day for a cuddle instead.
If you fancy a family farm holiday with playful pygmy goats to feed all year do check out our availability for 2016. If you arrive in spring you may even see a newborn kid while you are here.
We had a wonderful crowd of guests to finish the season and I knew I had to come up with something imaginative and fun for activity hour that would suit age 1 to 13. The children had been making their own entertainment during the week with plenty of games running into the night after the evening train ride so I took my cue from them.
I had been washing and saving tin cans for some time knowing that I would put them to good use in time. Inspiration struck and if I used them for the bases of some fun and games. We began by involving the littlest on a Toddle Bike race. This was more of a challenge then you might imagine as the tots really had no idea about the concept of racing from one set of cans to the next. Yet with a little encouragement they all made it over the finish line. The bigger children were desperate to join in and gave these sturdy little bikes a run for their money.
Over on the grass we set up tin can alley, thankfully the wind was minimal and the tins stayed in place for everyone to take a turn at knocking them down with a windfall apple. We used extra tin cans to create starter markers from where the children could throw their apple depending on age.
Next up was the high jump using a long cane from Farmer nick’s shed. Everyone joined in as the cane was laid on the ground, then can by can we raised the cane laughing at the effort and imaginative techniques at leaping over the ever ascending barrier.
If height was an advantage on the high jump it was probably a disadvantage for limbo dancing. Gradually we lowered the bar as the children chanced their luck at limboing underneath. The rules were modified as the game continued so that hands touching the floor became the only restraint as the children slithered their way under the bar.
After all the acrobatics we moved on to some relay races. The children lined up in height order and declared they wanted to have a girl’s verses boy’s race. Each were given a tin can and on the word go the first in line ran to the finishing line put down their can then raced back to release the next team member who then ran to the finishing line adding their can to the previous can. The winning team was the first back to base with all their cans stacked in a tower at the finishing line with their team members back over the starting line. After two turns the boys resorted to cheating unable to beat the girls so we mix the teams up for a few more tries.
We played a further round of variations on the relay game until they were all puffed out. Our hour was nearly up that everyone and was still in high spirits so we handed out on the new welly walk challenge with the laminated sheets and felt tip pens. From pooh sticks to rope swing they worked their way through the sheet as activity hour turned into 2 hours and Guy had to rush back for the train.
I miss the buzz of excited children now that we are closed. Roll on Christmas and more fun on the farm.
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A few of my favourites from last week:
Footprints in the garden from Little Hearts, Big Love is a great idea for a winter outdoor craft
Exploring Cornwall by Train from Coombe Mill Bug, Bird & Bee visits St Michael's Mount
Beautiful photos from Hannah Hall Photography on a new camera from a woodland walk
Buxton really know how to kick Christmas off for the locals as Happy Homebird discovered
Busy working Mummy shared treasured from Rufford Abbey
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We all know how exciting Christmas is for children, the countdown, the excitement and the endless “how many more sleeps” questions. An advent calendar is a great way for little ones to visualise the Christmas countdown and manage their excitement. Combine this with a creative way to express themselves and space for a treat and you have Eat Sleep Doddle’s gorgeous Advent calendar bunting.
The 2.7m long bunting had the required 25 mini stockings to ensure your Christmas countdown is complete. The pack can be bought at Prezzybox for £18.95 and includes a set of washout fabric pens.The days are numbered on each stocking leaving the rest a blank canvas for you and your family to design your own Christmas pictures.
The fabric pens work really well although you have to be careful not to press too hard as they can run further than you intend. I’d suggest having a little practice try on a spare scrap of fabric first to get a feel for them. I left our bunting out on the kitchen table having started the first few to see if my children would take to it after school. Sure enough school bags were dropped and pens were soon in hand. It is a lovely way to spend an hour together, and a whole 25 days to admire your handiwork!
I filled ours with a mix of healthy fruit bars and fun mini Haribo packs, both of which fitted perfectly, but any single size chocolate bar or sweet packet would work.
If you are not keen on filling with sweets, try some festive sprigs from the garden or even a secret message, or even a new small toy each day, the options are endless.
I plan to take ours into our Ping Pong tent for the festive season and perhaps add to it in our Christmas craft hour with some homemade festive bunting and other decorations ready for our Christmas Eve celebrations.
The bunting itself is all washable fabric so at the end of the season you can wash and put away your calendar ready to start all over again next year. A great way to recreate the magic year after year and extra pen sets can be purchased if needed.
Your chance to win with Prezzybox and Coombe Mill just follow the instructions below.
Good luck to all taking part and remember you can buy these creative stocking calendars from the Prezzybox website.
I was sent my advent stocking bunting for the purpose of this review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.