We are telling our kids that nature is in the past and it probably doesn’t count anymore, the future is in electronics, the boogeyman is in the woods, and playing outdoors is probably illicit and possibly illegal.
There is no better sound than the sound of children’s laughter. There is nothing better than seeing children playing in nature with muddy fingers and hand drawn muddy war paint.
We always make sure that we regularly get out in nature, be it a woodland walk or an afternoon sat by a lake. If it gets too long between getting out and about the girls always ask if we can go for a walk.
Then, then you know you are doing a good job and raising them right.
Recently we went for a woodland walk around the local reservoir it was cold, crisp and misty with intermittent down pours.
Exactly what we needed.
Last summer I introduced the girls to the game of camouflage.
If you are unfamiliar with camouflage I suggest you give it a go and play it. Adults and children alike love it. It isn’t too dissimilar to the game what time is it Mr wolf. Simply choose an area of woodland or a field with long waist height grass. One person turns their back to the group counts to 30 out loud and Shouts camouflage and turns back around. At this point everyone should be camouflaged. If the person can see any person they must describe where they are and that person then stands up and is out. The person turns back around. Counts again and everyone must move forward, at no point can you move backwards. Continue until everyone is out or you are unable to see the last few.
It’s a Brilliant simple game and it’s amazing how many people can disappear in front of you. I once had a class of 36 children plus teachers disappear, their camouflage skills were that good.
We had to call an end to or game in the end as we were unable to find the girls. Even with a bright pink flower puffa jacket.
Be like Goggins, Live like Jay.
So Blackpool is what it is.
I don’t think it as changed since I was a young boy, amazed at the lights and the wind whipping around my ankles trying to blow me over.
Willow ( 4 ) went on a school trip to Blackpool to see the Sea life centre and the RNLB station as part of a school project a few weeks ago.
Norah ( 3 ) was a little upset that she wasn’t able to go.
Every year as a lad we would go to Blackpool for the day or even the weekend to see the lights. It would always be wet it would always be blowing a gale.
It was also always fun.
So yesterday we went to see the lights. Fortunately it wasn’t raining it was however blowing a gale and it was most definitely fun.
It was amazing seeing Blackpool through the girls eyes. As an adult you see the tack and crap been trying to sold to you everywhere you go. Not to mention the unique microcosm of ill health. Man there was some sites to see
The girls though didn’t see any of this, they saw flashing lights amazing toys and thrilling rides and more candy floss on sale than they had ever imagined could of been made.
We had ice creams on the beach and rode the donkeys and played the 2p machines, sadly the lights didn’t come on until 7ish and trying to drag the afternoon out until that time became too much for everyone.
We managed to see the big main boards down fleet wood way and then quickly took a left off the strip and headed home to the sound of three tired girls snoring.
Blackpool we will be back.
We didn’t go for our weekly walk this weekend, to be honest wandering around Blackpool was tiring enough and the weather today as been pretty poor, so we spent the afternoon drawing out favourite lights that we saw and the rides we enjoyed the most.
We got on to talking about the sea which of course led to pirates.
So we made some pirate maps. Ageing them with tea bags and daddy burning the edges.
For a first attempt they didn’t turn out too bad.
What do you think.