Clans on the Coast

I’m sunburned. So is Adam. But for some reason the kids seem fine, at worst they have a slight rosy glow on the cheeks. Yeah, I completely forgot to take sunscreen with us today…look, it was DARK when we left the house, the sun was the last thing on my mind! We dragged ourselves out of bed at 5:00am and managed to be on the road a bit before 6:00am with half a lumber yard in the back of the car. Pretending to be Vikings involves lots of wood. Made it to Nelson Bay by about 8:00am and got all … Continue reading Clans on the Coast

Kids say the funniest things

Jo Tamar has a post up over at Wallaby which was prompted by one of those emails that gets forwarded around. The email was a series of questions about mothers and the cute/amusing/weird answers from 2nd grade kids. Jo’s post focuses on the assumptions behind the questions and the implications of some of the kid’s answers and you should pop over there and have a read and join in the discussion. Some of us have asked our own kids the same series of questions and because I can I’m going to share with you the answers Tom gave me. Q1. … Continue reading Kids say the funniest things

Cruickshanks Cottage Farmstay

After driving to Brisbane in one day and spending 2 days wearing ourselves and the kids out at the Abbey festival we weren’t too keen to drive straight back to Sydney. So it’s a good thing we’d arranged to stop off for a 3 night farm stay holiday near Armidale on the way home. We arrived at the Cottage at Cruickshanks at dusk on Monday (Adam and were very glad to find our hosts Anne and Mike had the wood burning combustion heater going and the cottage nice and warm for us. Anne left us to get settled in with … Continue reading Cruickshanks Cottage Farmstay

Tom the weaver

Last year at the Abbey festival Tom had a go at back-strap weaving and thought it was the best thing ever. At Abbey last year. Being skeptical types Adam and I refused to fork out $65 for a weaving kit for a 6 year old. A year later, when we said we were heading up to Brisbane for this year’s Abbey Medieval Festival, Tom’s immediate response was “Good! I can get my back-strap weaving kit!” We figured that if he was still wanting to do it after waiting a whole year he must be serious. So one of our first … Continue reading Tom the weaver

Holiday snippets

We’ve just got back from a trip up to Brisbane for Abbey Medieval Festival and then back via Armidale where we stayed for a few days at Cruickshanks Cottage. While we were away the following things happened: Adam took up spinning. Tom finally got his own back-strap weaving kit (he’s been waiting a whole year). I finished reading The Handmaid’s Tale and was somewhat underwhelmed. I re-read Native Tongue 3 just in case it wasn’t as bad as I remembered. It was, if not worse. We acquired a pleasing collection of stuff to add to our re-enactment gear. Tom got … Continue reading Holiday snippets

Bootstraps, I has ’em

Now I just need to work out how to haul myself up by them. Some of you may have noticed a distinct lack of new content around these parts of late (go on, please say you’ve noticed?), poor old June has a mere 3 posts to its name! I think it’s time I did something about that, don’t you? It’s not like I haven’t had time really, there have been plenty of hours during which I have sat with my laptop on my knee and wandered around the blogosphere thinking to myself “I should post a comment there” or “ooo! … Continue reading Bootstraps, I has ’em

Sports carnivals make me think of poetry

It’s cross country carnival time tomorrow for my kids. Consequently David has a bad cold (every. single. year. he manages this, it’s a talent I tell you), Caitlin is busily making props for cheering while stressing out about the fact that she is slow despite her teacher’s assurances that small people are always the fast ones, and Tom has gone very quiet. I hated cross country running, my kids hate it and every year I struggle to toe the line of supporting the school and telling them they should join in. In point of fact I’ve got so bad at … Continue reading Sports carnivals make me think of poetry

Lithgow Ironfest

Yesterday we hauled ourselves out of bed at 6:15am and headed off to Lithgow for a day at Ironfest with my mum in tow. The Huscarls had a paid gig there to provide a living history display so a bunch of them were camping Friday and Saturday nights but we decided it was all too hard and that we’d just come up for the day. I packed my bead making stuff but didn’t end up using it as the club trestle table hadn’t made it to the camp. When we arrived I couldn’t wait to get into my dark ages … Continue reading Lithgow Ironfest