Another diversion from the world cup - an advanced version of an old game (you watch your stick for its entire journey through the slats of the bridge) as played by grandsons William, Freddy and George on a lovely picnic yesterday.
Gosh, yes, sticks. When I look back on the first ten years of my sons' lives, it seems they were never without one - even if it was a made-up one from a rolled-up cornflakes packet! Interestingly, they never once did themselves, each other or anything other than weeds any damage with them.
I live with my husband in Devizes in Wiltshire where I spend my time writing, reading, riding (I am the lucky owner of a beautiful horse, Blue), and keeping up with my four children and an increasing number of small grandchildren (eight so far). I was for many years a nurse and a Relate counsellor. I have taught creative writing both at a local college and a prison, and I review a wide variety of items - including books - for the Amazon Vine programme.I write to death row prisoners in America, being a life-long opponent jof the death penalty. And I spend too much time blogging..
I can be contacted by email: franstott@waitrose.com
Don't they look great! Lovely innocent fun away from thumb operated controls!
ReplyDeleteYes - these three are great. Real outdoor boys (usually armed to the teeth with stickz. Sticks are enormously important).
ReplyDeleteGosh, yes, sticks. When I look back on the first ten years of my sons' lives, it seems they were never without one - even if it was a made-up one from a rolled-up cornflakes packet! Interestingly, they never once did themselves, each other or anything other than weeds any damage with them.
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