Tag: village life

2017 Duck Race

Sorry for such an unimaginative title, but I’ve been writing about this yearly event since 2013 long before little T even joined the village school.  Actually let me add that my husband and I even went to the duck race long before T was born.

For those who are new here, my daughter’s school runs this annual fundraising event so their students could go on school trips and do other fun stuff without having to rely on funding from the government.  It’s actually a lovely event which everyone gladly takes part in.

Every one was praying for good weather, since last year’s event had to be cancelled because of heavy rain.  Thankfully the gods bestowed us with lovely sunshiny warm weather.

It was past eleven o’clock the night before the event, when I suddenly realised that I volunteered to make some cupcakes for the cake stall.  As you can imagine, I did panic and started baking them well before the clock struck twelve and decorated them with icing and sprinkles in the morning.

By the time we got there, all the stalls were up and T’s friends were all happily playing and spending coins on every stall.

No photos I’m afraid of the talent show.  I was too busy administering caffeine into my veins (drinking coffee).  After the talent show, it was time for the dispersal of hundreds of colourful plastic ducks down the river.

As mentioned, we’ve been attending this event for years now, but our duck never, ever wins the race.  I’m beginning to doubt if anyone does (I’m joking obviously).

After the race, little T and some of her friends, headed downstream to have fun in the water.  As much as I love our current house, I admittedly miss living in this little village by the sea, even though it’s only about a ten-minute drive from where we live.  When the weather (like that day) is great and the tide is low, we used to come down here a lot just so T and Doc could have a little play in the water, or to eat ice-cream and just sit and watch the tourists go by.  It’s lovely isn’t it?

Hopefully the weather in next year’s duck race will be as good as this one.

Have you ever been to a duck race?

Little Village Style Halloween Madness

As my tagline goes this blog is all about motherhood and life in a small village, we’ve lived here since 2008 and have never experienced Halloween madness till this year.  Who would think that our small village is even capable of such mania?  Then again, Halloween + children + sugar rush = madness.  We certainly know that now.

This was also little T’s first time to go trick or treating around our village.  Since Halloween falls on their half-term break, we usually are away on holiday.  This time we decided to stay put.

And here’s our little bat looking “serious” after all, bats are not known to smile!

It started out as a quiet evening of the three of us going out of our front-door, ready to meet-up with a few friends, little did we know that our small company would turn into a mob!

There were lots of houses ready for Halloween, loved the look of this door and their happy-looking pumpkins.

T and her best-friend F ready to conquer the night!  T as a bat and F as a vampire – the perfect pair!

The best friends then decided to try out the blue door first on their own.

We stopped by little T’s best friend’s house and walked up our local pub with his parents to meet-up with a couple of other parents too … or so we thought.

Trick or treating “our little village style” at least, the kids were queuing!

As we left the pub, our little group was no longer a small one.  And as we crossed the street, our little group was slowly growing.  As we knocked on the first door, our group was no longer a little group.

Little T paired up with her school-friend S who was dressed up as a Mummy and there they are knocking on someone’s door.

I’m not sure when it turned out or felt like a mob, but when the kids knocked on someone’s door and a poor unsuspecting person opened theirs, gave a few sweets to the kids, but then saw the other kids coming up their door-step and quickly shut the door on their faces! (Don’t blame him really.  He probably had the fright of his life seeing all those kids rushing up his doorstep).  I heard some parents boo.  I wanted to hide and pretend I wasn’t included in the group!

We passed another house, the lights were on.  The kids knocked again, no one answered.  I heard a mum say “Slash the tires!”  It was a joke of course.  But at this point though, I just felt that it was too much.  And by the time we reached the top of our village, the three of us decided to call it a night, said goodbye to our friends and quietly slipped out of the group.  Was half expecting T to protest, but even our little bat seemed to think that it was too much and gladly went home with us nary a whimper or whinge.

T’s loot for the night.

No wonder she didn’t complain, her little pumpkin bag was filed to the brim with sweets! Before we could even look any further, our doorbell rang and thankfully it wasn’t the mob, but a sweet little boy with his parents.

Next year, we are hoping to stay away from the group and do it quietly with perhaps just little T and her best friend.  The problem is though, we live in a small village and will most probably bump into the mob again.

What was your Halloween like?

Did you go out “trick or treating?”

An Idyllic Life: Village School Activities

Ever time we have friends over for a visit and they see little T’s school, they always comment on what an idyllic life she has, growing up in our little village by the sea, where everywhere you look is beautiful.

Little T goes to a small village school with a population of probably about sixty children.  Yes, it is that small.  Their school activities include days spent on the beach, exploring around our little village and their latest, doing a nature-inspired dance routine in a meadow, down in the village.

T’s class getting ready for their performance.

We were so proud when we learned that little T actually volunteered to read in front of everyone during the activity.  And she did it brilliantly!  In fact, when her friend stalled and couldn’t read a word, T helped her out by whispering it to her friend.  This little gesture warmed my heart.

Moments like these make me really proud as a parent, more than a perfect score in spelling or maths.  Being kind and helpful is more valuable than perfect scores.

And there’s my little munchkin eating her picnic lunch with her friends.  This was actually only part one of their activity.

The second part was held at the beach in Port Isaac, another lovely seaside village, now made famous by Doc Martin (a television program featuring a grumpy doctor played by Martin Clune).  I love that show, though don’t be fooled.  In the episodes, it is always sunny.  In reality, you’ll be lucky if you get a sunny day, especially if you visit after the summer holidays.   But we were lucky that day, the weather was just perfect!

And at the end of their activity, they were given little bottles to fill up with sand, a little memento  from their day’s activity.

The parents went home proud of their little ones performance, the teachers were also beaming.  They knew they did a great job and we certainly agreed with them.

What about you?

What’s your children’s school like?


Would you like to live in a place like this?

A Village Duck Race

Every year little T’s village school holds a Duck Race and Talent Show as a fundraising event for their school. We’ve been going to this event long before T was born and finally this year, we came as a parent.

There were different tents, and little games children could partake in, as well as for adults, and of course food stalls and even a bouncy castle. The day started really grey and drizzly, thankfully though, by the time the talent show which children from their school participated in, was about to begin, it stopped raining.

T’s reception class (and a few kids from the older kids) opened the show with a little dance routine they call “Wake up, Shake up” which they usually do to start the day.  Was really pleased with T, she danced without even looking nervous at all.  I think she enjoyed all the attention!

And here’s little T and one of her close-friends’ M watching the older kids perform.  Some were brave and danced alone, some sang alone, most though had a friend or two to perform with.

After the “cello babies” performed (a group of young kids from T’s school), we came up to the cello teacher and introduced little T to her.  She was really nice and gave T an impromptu lesson.  The teacher also wanted her to try out the smallest cello, we were worried that it might be too big for her, but as you can see from the photo above, it was just right!

And then it was 3pm, time for the main event – The Duck Race!

People were already sitting by the side of the river, ready to watch colourful plastic ducks race down the river.

Before long, hundreds of them were released.  As I’ve mentioned, we’ve been attending this event for years now but have never won, for a while, we wondered if this might just be our lucky one.  And as always, our duck didn’t win.

The Duck Race was a big success, as reported by the newsletter we received yesterday.  We managed to raise two thousand plus pounds!  Not bad for a small village school eh?

Have you ever attended a duck race?

Running Errands with T

As most of you know (especially if you’ve been following my blog for some time now), we live in a small village by the sea.  Our house is located on the top, near the headland.  Most shops, apart from the garage is located down in the village.  To run some errands, like going to the post office, we have to walk all the way down to do it.  It’s an easy walk, but going back up is a different story.

I had to run some errands a few weeks ago and since it was a weekend, little T of course came down with me.

We never go down in the village without having a little mooch in the many tourist shops around, especially the National Trust shop.  And of course, all parents with little children will know how difficult it is for a little person to leave empty-handed without a melt-down.  To be fair though with T, she does accepts a “no”, but this time though, I gave in, especially since she’s been such a good girl lately.  And guess what she chose in the shop?  A gymnastics ribbon stick.  Surprise, surprise.

Let me share with you some photos of our little village and the coastal path:

The Harbour

I’ve probably photographed this harbour more than a dozen times.  I love it here, especially when it is low tide and little T and her friends can have a little play in the sand.  These harbour wall were actually built-in 1584!  Imagine that.

Little T was lucky, it was low tide that day, so she was able to play a bit in the water, especially since she was wearing her wellies.  After a few splashes, we were ready to head back home, but this time decided to walk by the coastline, forgetting that the tourist season has come, which meant that we met so many of them walking up and down the coastline.

At one point, we decided to wait and sit by the bench to let a big group through:

As soon as they were gone or at least have walked far enough, we decided to get on going too.

But then got stuck again, behind a large group, thank goodness for benches found on the side of the path.

When the coast was clear, we decided to make our way back home again.

This time we turned left on a path which tourist normally don’t go to.  Here little T was able to play with her ribbon stick.

Which she did, all the way back home.

Do you run errands with your little ones?