The Hay wain (Painted in 1821)A couple of years ago Charlotte's class spent 2 days (And 1 night) in Flatford Mill, the area where the Hay wain was painted. I was trying to think of somewhere different to take the girls and dog for our regular Sunday walk, and as Flatford is only 2 miles away decided to go there.
Its rained and snowed a lot over the past week, so all the rivers in the area have burst their banks resulting in fields being covered in standing water, and the rivers themselves flowing at a greater speed than normal. And everywhere is muddy ... With this in mind, B and Charlotte decked themselves out in their finest welly boots, and B matched hers with a fetching pair of pink trousers .. (There was no way I'd lose her ..)
After gingerly making our way down the mud-coated steps from the car park, we literally bumped into Ipswich Town FC's number 9, Pablo Counago! Pablo is in his 2nd spell with the club, and is one of Charlotte's favourite players - When Pablo left the club after his 1st spell, I took her to get his autograph after his final match, only then did it dawn on her that Pablo was leaving and when she got his autograph and he had said bye, she promptly burst into tears! I took the tearful Charlotte home, but stopped at the gates of the club car park so I could wipe her tears once more. A big car pulled up next to us, and someone called Charlotte's name, looking up we realised it was Pablo! He called Charlotte over to the car, where he presented her with his shirt from the match we had just watched! (It was still damp!) So my very tearful 6 year old, became a very happy 6 year old. Nice bloke, not your typical footballer.
So after the excitement of meeting Pablo, (Bethany was somewhat nonplussed about the whole thing), we had a go at our own 'Hay wain' (Though not having a copy of the picture, really didn't help):
The house is known as 'Willy Lott's cottage', and Charlotte spent the night in it when her class stayed at Flatford. The house isn't open to the public, so whilst helping on her school trip I took full advantage and had a good look round.
Then we walked round to the bridge over the incredibly fast-flowing river to play Pooh Sticks. Now Bethany had never heard of Pooh Sticks before, and looked positively disgusted with the whole idea of poo and sticks, but once Charlotte and I explained the game (And that it was Winnie-The-Pooh, and not, well, poo ..) she was well up for it. Much cheating went on, with sticks being dropped before the count of 3, or different sizes being used for maximum effect, but the girls enjoyed themselves (3 guesses who lost though ...!)
We had a walk down the river, past an even-faster-flowing-than-the-river lock, and the girls took full advantage of their welly-wearing and took to the puddles. (They supposed to be 'scared' in the photos ... I'm guessing they won't be actresses when older.)
The problem with bumping into Pablo, was we then kept bumping into him .. We went back to play Pooh Sticks again, and he was there (Charlotte chickened out of asking him if he fancied a game!), we headed over to the shop, and he was there ... We got back to the car park, and his car was parked next to ours?! Perhaps he was stalking us? Or maybe he wanted his 2003-2005 ITFC shirt back?
And now .. I have to think of somewhere to go next week ... Wonder where Pablo is going?
Its rained and snowed a lot over the past week, so all the rivers in the area have burst their banks resulting in fields being covered in standing water, and the rivers themselves flowing at a greater speed than normal. And everywhere is muddy ... With this in mind, B and Charlotte decked themselves out in their finest welly boots, and B matched hers with a fetching pair of pink trousers .. (There was no way I'd lose her ..)
After gingerly making our way down the mud-coated steps from the car park, we literally bumped into Ipswich Town FC's number 9, Pablo Counago! Pablo is in his 2nd spell with the club, and is one of Charlotte's favourite players - When Pablo left the club after his 1st spell, I took her to get his autograph after his final match, only then did it dawn on her that Pablo was leaving and when she got his autograph and he had said bye, she promptly burst into tears! I took the tearful Charlotte home, but stopped at the gates of the club car park so I could wipe her tears once more. A big car pulled up next to us, and someone called Charlotte's name, looking up we realised it was Pablo! He called Charlotte over to the car, where he presented her with his shirt from the match we had just watched! (It was still damp!) So my very tearful 6 year old, became a very happy 6 year old. Nice bloke, not your typical footballer.
So after the excitement of meeting Pablo, (Bethany was somewhat nonplussed about the whole thing), we had a go at our own 'Hay wain' (Though not having a copy of the picture, really didn't help):
The house is known as 'Willy Lott's cottage', and Charlotte spent the night in it when her class stayed at Flatford. The house isn't open to the public, so whilst helping on her school trip I took full advantage and had a good look round.
Then we walked round to the bridge over the incredibly fast-flowing river to play Pooh Sticks. Now Bethany had never heard of Pooh Sticks before, and looked positively disgusted with the whole idea of poo and sticks, but once Charlotte and I explained the game (And that it was Winnie-The-Pooh, and not, well, poo ..) she was well up for it. Much cheating went on, with sticks being dropped before the count of 3, or different sizes being used for maximum effect, but the girls enjoyed themselves (3 guesses who lost though ...!)
We had a walk down the river, past an even-faster-flowing-than-the-river lock, and the girls took full advantage of their welly-wearing and took to the puddles. (They supposed to be 'scared' in the photos ... I'm guessing they won't be actresses when older.)
The problem with bumping into Pablo, was we then kept bumping into him .. We went back to play Pooh Sticks again, and he was there (Charlotte chickened out of asking him if he fancied a game!), we headed over to the shop, and he was there ... We got back to the car park, and his car was parked next to ours?! Perhaps he was stalking us? Or maybe he wanted his 2003-2005 ITFC shirt back?And now .. I have to think of somewhere to go next week ... Wonder where Pablo is going?
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