I find this time of the year pretty wonderful and yet a bit frustrating. There are just so many things you can do at the weekend and yet you know that only a handful of gorgeous sunny Sundays are left before everything gets decidedly greyer.
Today we made totally the right choice. The Meersbrook Park Heritage Open Day was honestly the perfect community event.
We had just bought lots of lovely food from the Junk Food Project when the girls were whisked off to do Maypole dancing. P’s face was beaming and everyone was laughing, even when they were nearly decapitated by small children’s ribbons held slightly too low. A picture in the paper for the girls followed (ensuring we were out of shot).We wandered to the walled garden, which I don’t think I’ve ever been in to my shame, and ate cake and drank tea in the sunshine.
Faunagraphic was painting some street art and the girls explored the mosaic hopscotch and the Japanese garden. We noted various inspirations for their wildlife project including the amazing bug hotel.
Then we had to slow down even more. It was imperative you see that we made wooden knives and whittling, as you know, cannot be hurried. I was only slightly hesitant to let the kids loose with sharp implements but I needn’t have worried. P tried hard and a team effort helped to create one knife. T of course whittled persistently for over an hour.
Huge bubbles floated past, popped by eager children (I’d have popped one myself but it seemed a bit mean).
Little canvases had been handed out to us on arrival and P sat in the sun sketching and colouring a yarn bombed tree before we wondered off and wrapped another tree in fabric and wool. Well the other trees were getting jealous of the outfits. Our own at home will be treated with the same care and attention this week no doubt.
Finally putting down the knife and sandpaper, both girls then got involved in the beautiful mosaic making in the entrance of the hall – a peacock which will go on the wall when it’s finished. T made her own Robin mosaic to take away. We looked at the Ruskin displays and around the local maker stalls, the only shame being that we couldn’t see round the hall itself as they were booked up 20 minutes after the event began.
None of the activities cost us a penny. The Junk Food Project was a pay as you feel affair and well worth what we chose to give. The event was a small perfectly formed community day – what Sundays should be.