We visited family in Suffolk this week and stayed the night in a caravan in Norfolk, just in time for Storm Eleanor. A storm is pretty magical at any time but a storm in a caravan 500 metres from the ocean is even better.
We woke repeatedly throughout the night with the ferocity of the rain and wind, but morning brought the most beautiful sunrise. My eldest boy snuggles up in his sleeping bag, ignoring the TV and watching the day break. There’s no better cure for a sleepless night than a sky tearing open over the water.
The boys spent time with their cousins, lost in their imaginations and it was lovely to watch.
Back home we spend a day clearing the house, sloughing off the holiday period and catching up on housework. I step over the boys taking apart Lego to rebuild on the floor. I hear them negotiating swaps with military precision, right down to Lego handcuffs and walkie-talkies. The terms are water-tight and as I step over them once more I remind them that swaps are permanent and they need to fully consider the impact of Lego swapping before sealing the deal. For a change, it ends peacefully. For today, at any rate.
Our plans the next day are cancelled so we use the opportunity to get back to our English and Maths which took a backseat over most of December. We finally pick up some Cat in the Hat learner books a friend bought for us at a car-boot sale, and I wonder why we’ve not used them before. The two older boys read them almost fluently, only tripping up over the Cat in the Hat’s made-up words.
We spend a lot of time working through the science kits the boys received for Christmas. Our RSPB Big Garden Birdwatch pack arrives on the same day as our free binoculars from the National Trust. They now have a pair each and I marvel at how life works in my favour sometimes.
The weekend brings a visit to Clumber Park in Nottingham.
It’s been a quiet week filled with family, long car journeys and rainy days. That said, it’s been a welcome start back into home education after the festivities. I’m looking forward to next week and getting back to some semblance of a routine, and hopefully, the beginning of our home-ed climbing sessions, too.
Oh, and alien dissection.
Map reading, bed building, looking at geothermal scientists, reading up on penguins, beautifully clumsy and stilted reading of joke books, how steam engines work, making water filters, learning about stalagmites/stalactites, hydraulic systems, writing thank-you letters, swimming with friends, growing crystals, reading old Enid Blyton books I remember from my own childhood.