Apologies that this is a week late. I have just come out of a week of work that would have looked fairly normal by most people's standards, but being fairly new to the work-at-home mum thing (especially as I don't actually work AT home most of the time) it turned me into a frenzied whirlwind. I learned and performed eight stories in two days, and one of them involved arranging a tangram in seven different ways while improvising at speed; and that's the last time I accept two different programmes from two different schools, one the day after the other.
Here's a sample of what transpired at Lee Abbey:
An example of the kind of creativity that takes place on this retreat, this extremely awesome elephant was made (not by me, I hasten to add!) from the top of a 4-litre milk carton. I am definitely going to try it when I next have some time on my hands.
Abigail evidently felt inspired by her surroundings and got stuck in with some creating of her own. She enjoyed having a friend to play with, too.
I should point out that she didn't make those professional-looking swirls, she's just very good at holding her pen in exactly the right position so that it looks as if she did. She's too little to know that plagiarism is frowned upon. Oh, and the green dots on her face...I don't know, ask her Daddy.
There he is, look. Ask him.
This is a painting of the ducks that we saw every morning on our walk between the cabin where we slept and the chalet where we met with the others for breakfast. There were two of them in the stream, and the drake was always sitting right on top of a little waterfall; it looked as if, if he lifted his feet up, he'd whizz straight over the top. I would have taken more photographs of the duck painting as it developed, but I began to fear for the carpet.
And here's The Rev relaxing with his daughter.