Wednesday, May 2, 2012
The weekend was two sleeps ago but it’s taken me this long to defrost. Wallowing in Daylesford mud, in the middle of autumn, is guaranteed to turn every extremity blue. Nonetheless, stupendous fun was had – and all in the name of Education.
The Middle Kid’s class is studying ‘dwellings’ as their main lesson. Their current homework project is to construct a hut/teepee/yurt/cave/ger/whatever-the-imagination-dictates. With great foresight, the teacher has emphasised this a Kid Homework Project. Parents wishing to get involved in the fun, should Jolly Well Make Their Own. But we ALL got to join in with the mudbrick making...
Here we are, getting straight down to the nitty, gritty, business of things – the preparatory mud wallowing:
These are the mudbrick moulds:
And releasing the mudbrick from the mould:
Here is some good, old-fashioned teamwork:
And some sheer, unadulterated MUSCLE:
Once the mudbricks are dry they will be transported to school and we’ll all get together to build some sort of...um...structure.
(Can you tell we haven’t thought that far yet?)
After the mudbricking, it was straight down to the nittier, grittier, business of things...
This is one of the impressive, flying mud splats:
And that is a Washing(?) Basin in the foreground:
Amazingly, throwing fifteen or so kids and one crazy adult into an outdoor, wood-heated bath, in frosty temperatures, was a streamlined process.
(can you imagine how glorious, to soak under the stars?)
After the mudsliding, it was straight down to the nittiest, grittiest, business of things:
The huddling around the campfire, the heady waft of simmering gluhwein in the air, the sharing of food – and the sort of conversation that is never spoken, in the bustle of the normal school pick-up routine. While we adults were distracted with all that, most of the kids rushed into the bush, morphing into country-kid, Wild Things. Look what they made...
There were four huts in all. Painstakingly decorated with moss-carpeted interiors and a path swept between them. To my shame, I don’t have better pics. I’m blaming the gluhwein and the warm of that campfire.
I’m really proud of that weekend, (now I’ve defrosted). This was not an ‘official’ weekend away, organised by the school. This was a ‘thing’ that happened, because one family owned a stunning block of land in Daylesford and were unfailingly generous hosts, who stoked fires and handed out blankets and dug mud pits. It also happened, because one teacher was mightily enthusiastic about a curriculum (and mud wallowing in general). It also happened, because the class families, (I think there were fifty or so bodies, in all), pulled on their gumboots and hauled their camping gear for an overnight stay, or daytripped their way into the country. All of us, together, made a whole lot of fun stuff happen.
PS. Coming soon: actual, completed, CRAFT!
PPS: I know. Hold on to your hat.
Posted by Tania at 2.5.12