Today I bring you our first vloggy post ever! It's a bit ropey but we don't have a high scale production budget, just the Lovelygrey duo as crew and cast and a trusty old smartphone. Blimey it's a bit of a palaver getting videos to upload over a campsite connection but I've finally done it. In the process I created my first little something in my own corner of Youtube. The blogger platform didn't seem to want to play ball with me so I went off piste.
Have kids always played with plants? I reckon so. There's the obvious examples. Daisy chains, sticks as swords, checking that your friends likes butter by holding a buttercup under their chin (everyone does), those spinning sycamore things and conkers, the bad boys of the plant world! Then there's the sticky long stuff and the grass that we affectionately knew of in Essex as flea darts. An unsuspecting victim in my day could go back to class with several bits of vegetation gleaned from the edges of the school field stuck to homemade '70s jumpers. I think that my favourite was the bindweed flowers that were squeezed at the bottom and made to pop out of their calyx to the rhyme 'Grandfather, grandfather, pop out of bed!' There were some of those near the postbox on the way home.
The good news is that, even in the computer age, these good old school play traditions have been passed down. As I discovered on our Breton walk yesterday, Lou has new ones on me as well. There's a seed head that he shook near my ear to make a rattlesnake noise. Then he stripped a grass bare with a little poem about summer, winter and April showers. I thought that this weapon-based improvisation was particularly nifty!