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Flintham Show

Well, after days of baking and making salt dough shapes the show finally arrived, as did busloads of kids.

Apart from salt dough and bread tasting we had the bread story,  corn dollies (with paper straws), the bread shed, adverts for our two new educational units (Festive wreaths and the Great War), the famous Ecocentre bread-plaiting roadshow (modesty prevents me telling you which charismatic,  bearded fat man runs that) and Julia’s two pig sculptures made from straw bales..

Of course, with all the good stuff, we also had a helping of adversity. One of the wheatsheaves, having dried badly, developed cracks before falling apart, and Julia’s pigs suffered from an outbreak of vandalism. They were popular all day, but for some reason we kept having to retrieve the snouts and ears from various souvenir-hunting children.

In a short break I managed to knock up a small wheatsheaf loaf to check how practical it was as a group exercise. It seems OK in terms of scale and time, though I couldn’t get anyone to give it a try on the day. That’s one for next week. Note the decorative charring to the smaller loaf – a feature of all our bread on the day.

Fortunately the day, which started cold and drizzly, was dry and sunny by the  time the gates opened and all the hard work of the show committee paid off. The photos don’t do it justice, but it’s hard to fit it in with the other activities. By the end of the day all I wanted to do was sit down – one bread roll a child for 80 children is works out at about 12 sessions and 6 kilos of dough, all mixed by hand.

The results of the Bread Test were:

  1. Home baked white
  2. TESCO cheap white sliced
  3. Home baked brown and shop bought seeded brown  (a tie)

We’ve run this session a number of times and it’s always the same – a narrow win for home made white over Chorleywood white sliced with brown, seeded and sourdough lower down. So I won, but it’s depressing.

Open Farm Sunday (2)

It’s moving into evening now and things (including me ) are slowing down.

Even now I can’t believe how smoothly the day went, though this is probably just setting me up for a horrible surprise next year.

One child bumped his head during the course of  a trailer ride.

We lost a number of our salt dough flowers. You could consider it theft or you could consider it a compliment.

Somebody asked for their money back because they didn’t like the pizza (and it wasn’t me cooking this time!)

There were several complaints at queues for food.

As far as I know, that’s the lot.

I feel it’s a little ungrateful to complain about queuing for food.

The kitchen team gave their time for nothing and several of them also gave a couple of days to preparing food. Considering our limited facilities I think they did a brilliant job, and so did many of the people who provided feedback. People also liked the education/activity area and despite my record of upsetting parents and teachers I survived the day unblemished.

We have a list of things needing improvement, even if none of the visitors spotted them – number one being more paint on the bread-shaped shed, which looks a bit anaemic. However, when you consider that Men in Sheds did the bulk of the work in one afternoon, and still found time to make the finger posts and various other things, it worked quite well.

We used over 300 salt dough shapes and 120 spoons for scarecrows, so guess what I’m making on Wednesday?

Tomorrow? Day off. 😉

NEWS FLASH: all three eggs we put in the incubator have now hatched. All chicks now doing well despite my misgivings about one of them.

 

 

 

Worms, wrens and Kenyans

Yesterday didn’t seem like a particularly eventful sort of a day until I pressed the “Publish” button. We waved off the 22 six-year-olds. We had an argument about me sighing as they went. (Julia thinks they are delightful at that age: I believe they are a minor manifestation of the chattering imps of Hell). They never stop twittering, they think they are here just to fill the pockets of their friends with gravel (which I then have to sweep out of the building) and people try to make me feel guilty if I attempt to impose discipline. Despite this I do believe that my two orderly queues for the microscope and wormery worked better than the method where they all pile in and the front ones refuse to move. And then (for I must remove myself from this digression) we started on paperwork.

This involved emails, pieces of tatty A4 paper (my contribution), forms, labels and excuses (yes, that would be me again).

Julia, despairing of me ever being useful, went to work in the garden, at which point five newly fledged wrens flew out of one of the less used compost bins. She called me and I went for a look. They were great little things and squeaked a lot instead of giving the normal scolding calls you get from wrens. They flitted about from rhubarb to blackcurrant to hedge and  to fence post. I have a good selection of blurred photos of greenery and some really good studies of fence posts, but apart from a couple of brown blurs I don’t have a picture of a wren. So I suppose not all young squeaky things are bad.

Next we had a visit from Mojatu, picking up some stuff from the weekend. It’s impossible not to feel happy with them around. Even the most serious of them laughs more in an hour than I do in a week.

Finally, just as we were leaving we were called over to rescue a remarkably stupid chicken that has hatched a chick in the pig pens. It’s black so we’re pretty sure who the father is.

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It’s all go.

So, after capturing an escaped sheep and several other jobs, I am finally posting this at 11.00 am on the day after the events occurred. There will be more tonight. I’m beginning to feel like the Laws of Time do not exist for me.