African Rhythm
I have done a bit of preparation for our holiday, which is a good thing as it is less than a week away. Actually, I have only really thought about the food I might like to make with my mum but that is a very important part of the holidays for us. Obviously spending time with family is number one but food goes hand in hand. Jossie has more pressing matters on her mind, however, as she is going to Dubbo on an excursion from Tuesday to Thursday. She is even going to sleep in the zoo! So, we have been hunting down torches, sleeping bags and sleeping mats, choosing a packet of biscuits to share and trying to find a pair of shorts to fit her tiny frame. There don't seem to be any - what a problem to have....
I booked the children into an African drumming workshop at the museum this morning. Jossie and Toby felt themselves a bit too old for it but Bethany and I loved it. We sang, danced and drummed along with Kojo who is from Ghana. A couple of weeks ago Maame started coming to our church and while she has been in England for a number of years, she too is originally from Ghana. There is something about Africa that I have always found compelling.
Kojo's mother was a drummer so he was born to be one himself and started playing when he was six months old (a slight exaggeration perhaps?). Bethany enjoyed having a go.
I wasn't sure how she was going to feel about the tribal face paint, pink and princessy being her usual request, but she very proudly wore it around the shops for the rest of the morning, though it is largely scratched off now.
The weather has gone completely mad. I do hope you Sydney people don't feel too sorry for yourselves over your dust storm. We in the country have been dealing with the effects of drought for years! Yesterday we had another incident where it seemed to rain mud. Now, as I write, it is freezing cold and hailing for the second time this week. Dad told me to bring our swimmers up to the Hunter Valley on Friday. It is a real stretch to imagine the need for a swim but then my children would probably swim in snow.
It is very hard not to crave cake when you are planning holidays to the Hunter Valley and have many kilos of drunken fruit on the bench. I have had to content myself with delicious dinners like last night's za'atar chicken with fattoush from Nigella's Forever Summer.
I booked the children into an African drumming workshop at the museum this morning. Jossie and Toby felt themselves a bit too old for it but Bethany and I loved it. We sang, danced and drummed along with Kojo who is from Ghana. A couple of weeks ago Maame started coming to our church and while she has been in England for a number of years, she too is originally from Ghana. There is something about Africa that I have always found compelling.
Kojo's mother was a drummer so he was born to be one himself and started playing when he was six months old (a slight exaggeration perhaps?). Bethany enjoyed having a go.
I wasn't sure how she was going to feel about the tribal face paint, pink and princessy being her usual request, but she very proudly wore it around the shops for the rest of the morning, though it is largely scratched off now.
The weather has gone completely mad. I do hope you Sydney people don't feel too sorry for yourselves over your dust storm. We in the country have been dealing with the effects of drought for years! Yesterday we had another incident where it seemed to rain mud. Now, as I write, it is freezing cold and hailing for the second time this week. Dad told me to bring our swimmers up to the Hunter Valley on Friday. It is a real stretch to imagine the need for a swim but then my children would probably swim in snow.
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