First day of school

Illustration of a little girl's sandals by Hannah Foley. All rights reserved (www.owlingabout.co.uk).Finch and I waved Little Owl off this week for her first day of school. She confidently strode across the playground to meet her teacher in her new uniform, proudly clutching her lunchbox and book bag. A little less confidently Finch and I walked home. We sat down in the front room and looked at each other. What do we do now? Finch looked warily around him as if it to say, it’s awfully quiet mum. If in doubt it’s generally helpful to put the kettle on, so that’s what we did. What a weird mixture of emotions…pride, nostalgia, joy, sadness…topped off by a sure sense of how ready she was for this next stage in her little life.

Little Owl’s summary of her first day of school was that she was very busy going there, coming here, sitting down, and standing up. To be fair, school does involve lots of that. She seemed pretty keen to go back the next day so it can’t have been bad. Hopefully she’ll also do a bit of learning at some point and perhaps even have some fun!

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Boat racing

This weekend we went along to the 25th annual cardboard boat race on the Union Canal in Linlithgow. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. Cardboard boats of all shapes and sizes had to navigate a course around the canal basin in the quickest time. Some launched and sank almost immediately while others, amazingly, completed the course pretty much intact. One even had a piper aboard and had an uncanny resemblance to the Titanic as it went down with the piper still piping. The fire engine boat you can see in one of the pictures below came third. My favourite was a boat done up to look like a birthday cake, called the Soggy Sponge. It unceremoniously toppled on its side as soon as it hit the water, capsizing its bravely paddling inhabitants. Surely every town needs a cardboard boat race!

Photographs of the cardboard boat racing at Linlithgow by Hannah Foley. All rights reserved (www.owlingabout.co.uk)

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SCCR website launch

Illustration about parental responsibility by Hannah Foley. All rights reserved (www.owlingabout.co.uk).This week a very exciting thing happened. The Scottish Centre for Conflict Resolution (SCCR) website went live and on it were my illustrations! Regular readers of this blog will know that I have been volunteering this year with the SCCR and I’m pretty passionate about what they do. Well, this time they trusted me enough to be a fully paid up member of the team (what were they thinking?!) and I’m super proud to have been part of it. You can view the site here.

Obviously I’m a bit biased but once I’d started delving into the site I found it really engrossing. Conflict is a big word but often it starts with little things that build up to something that seems impossible to unravel. That idea of a tangle, described by a family mediator, was the starting point for my illustrations. The website is full of resources and opportunities to learn from professionals and other parents about how to improve family communication and resolve conflict. Go on, have a look – it’s great!

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Maple Arts Exhibition

Maple Arts exhibition posterYesterday airborne seeds smoked and billowed from the downy heads of thistle plants. It always seems to me that, like the mayfly, thistle seeds seasonally pour forth in one of those blink-and-you-miss-it profligate events nature is so good at. Suddenly the air temperature is just right, the wind just so, and the seeds take to the air.

Little Owl calls the thistle seeds ‘fairies’ and tries to catch them in her cupped hands in a sweet frog-like dance of leaping hops. In the draught of an open shop door one circled just above her head. She shooed it outside only to turn and find four or five had snuck in behind her. She conscientiously picked each one up between thumb and forefinger and deposited them outside, only to find a breeze had sent another flurry in. “Like trying to stop the tide,” remarked the shop assistant. True enough, thistles are to Scotland what bread is to butter.

I have some prints up in a new exhibition happening this month at Maple Arts on Candlemaker Row in Edinburgh so do take a look if you happen to be nearby.

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World War 1 Centenary

Where the Poppies Now Grow front coverAs many of you will know today marks the centenary of the start of World War 1. Our local library has a wonderful display all about it, with a selection of books for children about the war. I got Where The Poppies Now Grow out for Little Owl and wanted to recommend it. She’s still too young to fully grasp the concept of war, and certainly one of such magnitude. Nevertheless this beautiful picture book is a good way into discussing it through the broader theme of friendship during times of trial. I loved the gentle details in Martin Impey’s illustrations and they delighted Little Owl. Isn’t it sad that, as we commemorate this terrible war, news of fighting and conflict reaches us from so many parts of the globe? I hope that by reading this book with Little Owl at least one seed (maybe even a poppy) will have been planted in a small girl, who will one day be a woman, who never forgets.

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Turning

Illustration of a little girl's trainers by Hannah Foley. All rights reserved (www.owlingabout.co.uk).On the way back from a swim this evening the dusk was dim enough that I needed to put the car headlights on. The breeze that tosses the trees has a roguish manner. In England the main summer month is August, but in Scotland it is July. The autumn school term starts in mid August rather than September. It’s not to say that summer is over here, but it is on the wane. In a funny way I’m ready for it. As much as I sometimes wish I lived somewhere I could count on the weather being balmy I actually love the seasonality of the UK. Away visiting relatives last week we snuggled beneath our duvets in a cosy coastal attic while a passing squall pebble-dashed the windows with rain and the wind whistled down the chimney. It was lovely. I revelled in the thought of woollen jumpers and thick socks. Nevertheless, come January I’ll be ready for another change!

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Kite flying

Photo of kites by Richard Foley. All rights reserved (www.owlingabout.co.uk)We’re back!  And with a photo from the St Anne’s Kite Festival. We caught the tail-end (get it?! oh dear!) of the festival this weekend. Regular readers of this blog will know we’re a family who never miss out on a good opportunity to fly a kite. The sky was bursting with all manner of soaring creations. There were tigers and dragons and a giant Nemo. There were kites that spun and twisted as the wind raced through them. There was even a kite in the shape of a diver being chased by a shark. It was really fantastic.

We were especially impressed by the synchronised kite flying to music. Oh yes! These kites took off from the sand with no one leaping up and throwing them into the air. They hovered in perfect precision without dipping and diving with a buffety breeze. They wove in and out of each other with not a tangle in sight. We have been introduced to new heights of ambition!

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The Falkirk Wheel

Postcard of the Falkirk WheelThe other day we visited the Falkirk Wheel. For those of you who don’t know (I didn’t before this week), the Wheel is a rotating boat lift (the only one of its kind in the world) opened in 2002 to reconnect the Forth and Clyde Canal with the Union Canal. Historically you could navigate from the sea on one side of Scotland through to the sea on the other via these canals. Sadly you can’t do that any longer but you can get between Glasgow and Edinburgh, thanks in part to the Falkirk Wheel. There is a height disparity between the two canals of 35 metres, which had previously been solved by a series of 11 locks. These 11 locks used 3500 tons of water per run and took most of the day to get through.

In contrast the Wheel uses the same amount of electricity as boiling eight kettles and takes all of about ten minutes. It’s also a mighty beautiful thing. It’s meant to be.  The Wheel was designed to be functional and a show-stopper, in celebration of the Millenium. Think of a ferris wheel with two giant buckets filled with water that can carry a canal boat in each. Looking from the direction of the Union Canal down the aqueduct it looks like a series of arches spanning a watercourse that pours out into the sky. From the visitor centre below, the Wheel looks like Thor’s mighty hammer, one side dripping as it emerges from the water, the other bearing threateningly down on excited sightseers.

Little Owl was totally spellbound, and delighted when my parents agreed to take her on a boat ride on the Wheel. What makes the boat trip even more special is that you go through a tunnel that goes underneath the actual remains of the Antonine Wall. Not that you can see anything of the wall now. It’s just a tree covered hill really. Still, pretty special.

Around the Wheel are lots of other fun things to see, most of them designed with kids in mind. Little Owl loved the water park where visitors could try out lots of different ways of moving water up and down gradients. Archimedes’ Screw was a particular hit, mainly because of the way it splurted out water and kept nearly soaking her if she didn’t get out of the away in time. Finch took it all in with a very solemn look on his face and a slight frown of concentration. I heartily approved of this ‘fun’ side to the Wheel. I felt the design had a wonderful atmosphere of play about it. Later I learned that the lead architect, Tony Kettle, had modelled the gear system out of his eight year-old daughter’s Lego so ‘play’ seems about right. If you happen to be in Central Scotland do go!

Finch, Little Owl and I are off on our travels again so will be away from the blog for a week. I know…off again! We’re Yorkshire bound this time so see you soon.

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Umbrellas

A little girl's crocs by Hannah Foley. All rights reserved (www.owlingabout.co.uk)During a Scottish winter an umbrella is a useless object. Not because it isn’t raining but because the wind will have turned the poor umbrella inside out and ripped it into ragged tatters before you can say brolly. There is also the regular occurrence of gravity-defying rain that appears to be pelting you from the ground up, against which only a boat is adequate defence. But an umbrella during a Scottish summer, that’s a different thing entirely.

A blue summer’s sky in Scotland will not be without a cloud somewhere. No matter how bright and warm the day, at some point that cloud will whizz over, unleash a delicate shower, and be off again before you have time to blink. It’s not something worth getting cross about because it’s been and gone before you know it, hence it’s not worth making a fuss over soak prevention either. An umbrella is just the thing, especially one of those small ones you can fold away into your bag. Little Owl’s is blue and changes colour when it gets wet. I caught her licking it the other morning.

The advantage of this insanity-invoking weather is that it provides perfect growing conditions in an all too short growing season. Everywhere vegetation is stretching and pulling in green lushness toward the sky. With my Dad’s help I made the most of a sale at our local garden centre and have installed some perennials and a few shrubs in our neglected patch. Out and about the paths are crowded by the flowers of meadowsweet, hogweed, rosebay willowherb, vetch, clover, and sow’s thistle. In great drifts the golden green of the grasses, thick with seed, shimmers in the breeze. We scoot, cycle, and stroll around our locality, enjoying the abundance, but ever alert for that sneaky cloud.

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Trapped in Tesco

A sketch of a couple on the beach by Hannah Foley. All rights reserved (www.owlingabout.co.uk).

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It is no word of a lie to say that I spent most of one day this week trying to do our weekly grocery shopping. I began to wonder if I’d ever come out of the store alive. Since Finch was born I’ve been using the Click and Collect service, which has relieved me of the epic task of trawling around the supermarket with two children in the finite window allowed by a breastfeeding newborn. Post-holiday however, I hadn’t been organised enough to order anything for our return and the household needed food pronto.

We started well. All three of us were fed and toileted before leaving the house, and neither child (or parent) was screaming in their car seat when we drove away. Following one humongous traffic jam and the usual charade of getting us all back out of the car again and into the shop, I’d managed to put two items in my trolley before Little Owl declared she needed a wee.

Freshly relieved we had secured the fruit and veg component of our list when it was evident Finch was getting hungry. The supermarket cafe beckoned, where we all sat down for our age-appropriate drink and/or snack. Following a second trip to the disabled loo with the baby changer we advanced on dairy produce. We had got as far as milk when Finch produced one of those nappies that just can’t be ignored, so back we went to the disabled loo.

We returned to dairy produce. It was only after we’d located our preferred type of cheese that I realised that while dutifully meeting my children’s needs I had neglected my own and my pelvic floor still isn’t its usual self so off we went to the disabled loo. We hadn’t even made it back to the dairy section when Little Owl declared she thought she might need a wee again after all. I must have asked at least five times if she needed to go when we’d just been there but she insisted she was ‘busting’ despite my dark looks so it had to be the real deal. Back we went to the disabled loo. This time the security guard waved and smiled as we passed.

We had just made it through the dairy section and picked up a packet of bacon when Finch decided he would not be put off his next feed any longer. By the time we’d sorted him out it was high time for Little Owl and I to think about lunch. On and on it went like that. We left the shop in the end at half past four. All I can say is thank goodness the freezer section was near the end or else our frozen purchases would have been thoroughly thawed!

Here are a couple more holiday sketches.

Building sandcastles by Hannah Foley. All rights reserved (www.owlingabout.co.uk).

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