Tag: Kentwell
On your marks, get set, go!
Some days life feels like a race. A blindfold obstacle race where someone is moving the markers. Today started withan excellent run (11mins17sec for 1.2 miles) but then deteriorated when it involved education (more painting for Smallest, while both English and maths threw up seemingly insurmountable difficulties for Small and Big was otherwise engaged) .…
Saturday snippets 29 September 2012
{watching} Thor. (don’t bother). {playing} sudoku (good for the brain) {missing} reenactment at Kentwell Hall. {pondering} nutrition and continuing vegetarianism. {hoovering} at 11pm due to picture frame related incident. Tell me other ppl have these days.
Never enough hours in the day, especially when it's Thursday.
I started the day with an excellent todo list. We’re rapidly heading towards teatime, and the list is barely even touched. I don’t feel like I’ve stopped, and yet I can’t quite work out what I’ve done. So I thought I’d take a look at my list, review the day and see if I can…
Transport conundrums. Again.
I’ve been banging on about this for a while now, but it’s still a problem. There are six of us. Our car seats 5. Holidays, particularly camping holidays, have turned into a complicated real life version of the fox and chicken puzzle, (the 12 year old can be alone for a certain length of time.…
Things I've learnt from Kentwell, edition two.
Pottage can be really really good. No, really good. I mean it. I think I’ve put weight on. People can be really really ignorant. I am *still* stuttering, hours later, about the woman who commented negatively on me breastfeeding my five month old baby, in character. Apparently tudors had no pride. Grrr. Both borage and…
Saturday snippets 25 August 2012
{lighting} a fire for cooking on {wearing} kirtle, shift and all {carrying} a baby {making} new friends {missing} my older boy and dp {eating} pottage, frumenty, and fried worts {listening} to the gentle patter of rain on a tent {enjoying} High Summer at Kentwell hall and glorious evening storm with following sunset.
So this is summer? I want to be camping!
It must be. It just rained on my washing. Twice. Actually, it’s been glorious this week. I’ve even picked and eaten ripe wild blackberries in the garden. I’ve no idea where they came from, but I’m not complaining – I love blackberries, and I love home grown fruit. Even better that it’s grown without any…
Calm and brave, brave and calm.
These are the ways people keep describing me. At Kentwell, complete strangers in Tudor costume would stop me to smile and say how impressed they were that I was doing it with so many children. And this was usually when I didn’t have *all* the children with me. And as I collapsed into a seat…
Ten things I've learnt at Kentwell hall, including tudor factoids.
Marigold is good for bites and stings. Way better than the various creams and lotions I was carrying, and much more authentically tudor to be stained green. Sod means mustard. You get sod eggs, amongst other things and they are fabulous. Girls did not start having babies young. You didn’t get married/have babies til you…