No Time for Writing

Yesterday, someone turned over the Erddig Calendar in the kitchen and there were a bunch of gorgeous faces I recognise – all look so young.  But the point is, is May really here already?

The boys did their Carneddau climb over the Easter holidays and thoroughly enjoyed it.
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They met some of Jackson’s wild relatives en route.

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Thanks to incredible generosity from people, they raised a substantial sum over £150 and have helped to fund the BDS Junior Camp to provide excellent tutoring and an event that any interested youngster can attend. 

Today, it is tents and pegs, tinned food and camping stove, sleeping bags and roll mats all to the ready. Yesterday, I was enjoying finishing stitching the last of the driving aprons I have made and found myself thinking “I love being a Mum.” It requires some interesting skills.

Today, I hear Longshanks instructing Rich Tea boy on weekend ferret care. Yesterday, he was instructing his sisters on boot cleaning operations – that’s one thing he has learned from cadets. They were all prancing around in jackets and jodhpurs checking everything was clean and fitting. I didn’t believe Longshanks when he said he had outgrown his twice-worn for shows, last summer, jacket. But sadly it is true. His velvet collared boy jacket is too small. Thankfully he has become man-sized enough to now fit one of Dad’s. Only Dad doesn’t have velvet collars on his jacket!

School work is being done a bit half-heartedly today. Tomorrow, we leave early for Erddig and everyone is very excited. We’re leaving behind a poorly voiceless Tim who has been like a deflated balloon these last few days, thanks to a horrible chest infection. And we’re leaving the bookworm, Rich Tea boy, in charge of old man Dad. What a unique combination!

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About deerfeet

I am a home-educating mother of four children. We live on a small holding in Wales and my husband is active in local politics and the lead pastor of our church, Festival Church.
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