As a kid growing up in the 80’s I fondly remember a TV programme called ‘Why Don’t You’ which was all about getting away from screens and engaging in practical fun. Since my last blog I have been proactively seeking hands-on activities during my working week and wanted to share some with you.
We have been making the most of our daily outdoor exercise by taking a family walk, on the local common or in Richmond Park, which mercifully are within walking distance of our home.
Rather than marching on past these beautiful Bluebells I took a moment simply to linger and enjoy them in the afternoon sun, growing alongside Spanish Whitebells.During the same wander an unusual bug alighted on my wife’s jeans, which turned out to be a furry Bee-Fly! It’s fun to have lived in a country for over 4 decades and still realise there is plenty I have not yet encountered. Hence a bit of bug research showed that the impressive proboscis is fortunately for flowers and not legs!
We all enjoy cooking in our house, and yesterday I made a simple carrot soup. Nothing complex just some onion, celery, about a kilo of carrots and a vegetable stock cube. I realise it took a momentary pause in the kitchen for a smile to develop, as I breathed in the scent of frying onions. It is funny how I sense the the need for permission not to hurry. It seems to require an active choice sometimes to avoid missing pleasures as basic as an aroma.
During a recent stroll in Richmond Park we met a friendly Police Officer, who clarified that only NHS Staff and kids under the age of 12 are presently free to cycle there. Thus the opportunity arose to invite my kids into some basic bicycle maintenance! We grappled with the process of puncture repair in our back garden and had a chance to use some tools from Daddy’s ’round-the-world’ tool kit (collated specially to minimise weight on Humanitarian Air Service Flights). So, not just fixing time, but story time too as I recalled adventures my tools had experienced ;o)
Subsequently my children rode while I scurried cross-country to keep up with them. Contact was adequately maintained by VHF Radio during the parts where my legs were slower than their pedals. Okay that was most of the time!