We’ve had a lovely day today, fairly spur of the moment last week I went through my diary and marked out a couple of free days this month and put a couple of suggested events in the Sussex newsletter and on the local Home Ed yahoo list. Today’s was Tilgate Park a council run park in Crawley, about 30 miles up the road. We’ve been once before, might even have been this sort of time last year and really enjoyed it then. There is a large lake, a big nature area with various farm animals, a playground and loads and loads of wide open spaces. There are various ornamental gardens, massive amounts of beautiful, established trees and squirrels, rabbits and various other wildlife aplenty. It’s a lovely place to go at any time of year, one of those fantastic places to watch the seasons changing. 🙂
We’d arranged to meet Lucy there and two other HE families; both of whom are fairly new acquantainces for us having come to the recent MM open sessions. Madeleine and her daughter P (4) and Cintha and her two daughters E (5) and M (nearly 3). We were dashing but arrived pretty much on time at 11am as arranged. Except I didn’t have any change for the ‘exact money only automated pay on admission’ parking barrier. So we reversed back and parked just outside the park. I’ve no objection to paying the carparking at all, as it all goes towards the upkeep, but actually it *is* just a couple of minutes walk back into the park having parked in the residential estate just outside it. As we walked back in we were passed by Lucy, who dropped R & R off with us and went back to park where we had. Cintha arrived shortly afterwards, having been delayed by having a non-dramatic but scary just the same car crash, which we’d actually driven past without realising it was her. Maddy arrived a while later and caught us up.
We walked through the trees and shrubs, pausing to look at leaves and note the changing colours and Davies and I stopped for a while looking at some spider webs which were still full of dew in a still shady area. I remember very clearly aged about 9 trying to paint a spiders web with dew on it at school for an art lesson where we’d been taken outside and told to find something to come in and recreate – and failing miserably to catch that look of diamonds on a criss cross of silken thread. I tried this morning to photograph it and probably still failed to do it justice;


We worked our way into the Nature area which has various farm animals. I struggled again with that one child running ahead asking questions about one thing (Davies and chickens in this instance) while the other hung back wanting to spend more time on something else (Scarlett collecting sweet chestnuts cases and wanting to open them to see the ‘treasures’ inside). We’ve been here before where suddenly a huge gulf opens up between them and where they are with things, but it tends to close again fairly quickly – or in this case hopefully might remain open with Davies becomming more able to read the signs himself to answer his own questions, or be more patient while Scarlett is coming into questions and observations in her own right, rather than always following his lead. Once she realised there were chickens to see however she quickly abandoned the sweet chestnuts anyway. There were all varieties of chickens, mostly bantams (the smaller variety of many of the larger breeds) so they identified a few they knew and looked at the various characteristics of them such as feather colour, feathered feet, different combs and wattles and so on. Loads of the mother hens were being followed about by broods of chicks of various ages, who were very cute. There were also plenty of cockerels all crowing loudly. Davies managed to stroke a couple of the chicks but I didn’t think we stood a chance of more than a quick brush of their feathers as they squidaddled past us as though they were clearly used to being watched by people they were not keen on getting too close. I bargainned without Scarlett and her supreme chicken whisperer skills however as while I was telling Maddy and Cintha about our chickens at home Tarly suddenly appeared with one, seemingly quite content, pullet cradled in her arms 😆

Lucy, who had been looking increasingly unwell decided she needed to leave so they headed off and the rest of us looked round the animals. There were pigs with their piglets noisily feeding:

Cows, goats, wallabies, deer, rabbits, guinea pigs, loads of chickens, turkeys and geese, cranes, ravens and more. We walked round fairly slowly as the children picked various places along the way to pause and play or look at the animals:



I really enjoyed chatting to Cintha and Maddy, about why we’d all come to Home Ed, how we’ve changed as people since having children, what we’ve done since career wise and then by virtue of having the eldest children and therefore being ‘the expert’ 😉 I answered a quick fire round of questions about autonomy, learning styles, LEA involvement and so on. This continued as we walked to the cafe and had lunch. It was lovely to be able to talk with confidence about what we’re doing and why we’re doing it and answer questions about whether HE is expensive, how we’re approaching reading and so on. Really enjoyable :). The children wandered off while we were eating to go and feed a peacock that had wandered into the picnic area, with Davies and Scarlett going off to talk to the cafe worker who had appeared with some leftover chips to feed it and having talked to them for a while handed the tray over for them to feed it instead. I really enjoyed being the one with the oldest children – particularly two who were being good advertisements for HE today and happily leading the little group 🙂 Scarlett and P really hit it off today, they’ve mingled a couple of times at MM and I think they will seek each other out even more now. It’s nice to see her going off and making friends in her own right rather than by default as the offspring of a friend of mine, or the younger sibling of one of Davies’ friends. It reminded me of Davies and Ben Raine when they first met and made friends long before Babs and I had really acqainted ourselves. 🙂 We worked our way round to the tiny play area which really just consists of a slide and then at the childrens’ request headed back to the playground.
We had a nice half an hour or so there, Maddy and P left to get back for Ballet and Cintha and I chatted awhile before going to attend to our various children.



They then headed off which left just Davies, Scarlett and I. I was keen to go down to the lake which is just beautiful, Scarlett wanted to go back to the farm and Davies wanted to do whatever was going to wind Scarlett up the most 🙄 Eventually we decided to walk round the lake awhile and maybe try and come back on Sunday with Ady on the way home from a weekend away and visit the farm then. Scarlett found a fishing rod shaped twig and they sat and posed for ages, pretending to be on a raft, fishing. I was cursing my camera and poor photography skills for not being able to recreate with a photo the gorgeous scenery my eyes could see. I did play with the settings a bit but still didn’t manage anything brilliant:




We walked to the end of the lake where a bridge takes you over to walk round the other side but I decided we were getting close to rush hour traffic and would be wise to start making tracks home so we walked back from there, discovering a huge avenue through the trees complete with rabbits and squirrels back to the carpark:



They gathered all sorts of leaves, acorns, chestnuts, pinecones and feathers up and just had a lovely day. It really cemented in my mind that the life I want for them is one where they get to spend time exploring wildlife and nature, being with animals, messing about with sticks, water, identifying trees and plants and just learning as much about the world as they can. They are both talking lots about ‘when we live on a farm…’ and talking about our dream lifestyle again today to Cintha and Maddy has given me renewed ambition to make something happen for us sooner rather than later. Every time I think we are ready to do something wild life changes again though and at the moment Ady’s latest career turn with QVC is making us bide our time again for a while, but soon….. soon.
We arrived home to find the three chickens all on the road outside our house. I parked up and chased them back in the garden and while I was doing so our neighbour Maureen came across to say they’d chased them back in countless times already this afternoon including off the grass beside the main road. I think there had been gatherings of neighbours talking and she wanted to assure me she wasn’t complaining but wanted me to to hear it all from her first :roll:. We’d already decided to get rid of Punzel the cockerel within the next week or so but had a plan to try and swap him for a hen, or at the very least give him away. There simply isn’t enough meat on him to eat and actually Rhode Island Reds are more known for laying that eating birds. Our plan had been to keep Freddie (who we remain pretty sure is a hen, particularly given Punzel’s current behaviour towards her ;)) and maybe Wobble the black cockerel if none of the neighbours objected to the crowing, and to get two or three ex-battery hens to keep us in eggs. But in the time it took me to park the car in the drive the three of them had already hopped back over the low wall and were back on the pavement again. We herded them up and put them in their run and I rang Ady. The wall around the garden is too low to prevent them from jumping over, even if we were to clip their wings and as we’ve no desire to keep them caged and no money to create any sort of run for them (which we could ill afford the garden space to lose anyway – it was fine all the while they just shared all the garden space with us) we decided the time had come to call our chicken owning a day – for now. So Ady rang Bruce – the farmer who lent us the incubator – and he and the children are taking all three of them over there to be rehomed tomorrow. They will keep Freddie in their flock and will keep the cockerels for a while too, maybe for good. We’ll give the garden – and the neighbours – a chance to recover from our foray into smallholding endeavours with a plan to hatch some duck and bantam eggs maybe in the spring. We could fence off a strip of garden suitable for several smaller birds with a gate at each end. The children are sad, but philosophical about the practicalities. It’s been a great journey with the chickens and one we know we definitely want to expand on, when we are living in the right place to do so.