Play Outside – go on!

A friend shared an article on Facebook about The Disease of Being Busy. It's one that's been around a few times - but also one that bears re-reading every time it comes. A particular quote struck me as I read it late in March: "In many Muslim cultures, when you want to ask them how … Continue reading Play Outside – go on!


It wasn't long before April was fast approaching along with that trip to Milan - the four-days-and-three-nights one the school were taking our seven year old on.  And, it turned out, the year below her too!  Good luck those teachers. Isla was excited and nervous in turns, and as a consequence (in my opinion) put … Continue reading Milano

The first few weeks

There's school, with it's 'unimaginative' playground. A concrete oblong. I think about the parents in the UK who'd complained about the playground at the girls' school there. That it was boring. It was actually pretty great. But the French playground? A blank canvas. Into which the children bring imagination, skipping ropes, clap hand games, diablos and hop … Continue reading The first few weeks