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Days 32-36 : In search of Southern sunshine

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Lizard Point - The most southerly place in the UK We've spent the last 5 nights at a little campsite on the Lizard peninsula, the most southerly part of England, and therefore also the UK. If we were searching for sunshine then it only worked a bit as the mizzle (Cornish mistly drizzle) and rain were never far away over the weekend. As the weather cleared on Monday we decided to head to Land's End one of the sites on our Atackopoly tour of the UK game-board. If you haven't yet been introduced to that then you'll have to remain in suspense for a bit longer. Land's End - A tourist trap, oh and the most westerly point in England While preparing our drive out in the van to Land's End I was disappointed to realise that it's not even the most westerly point on the British mainland, an honour which belongs to Ardnamurchan Point in Scotland. Land's End is now a kind of "come spend your money here" theme park with attractions, food, drink, m

journée 31 bis..heureusement...et malheureusement...

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et heureusement que nous avons passé une agréable journée aujourd'hui - avant la visite du RNLI (l’équivalent de la SNSM ) nous avons passé la matinée à l'église, dans notre camping... Une première pour nous, et super, nous n'avons dû faire que quelques pas pour nous retrouver au sein de l'église la plus près - The Well Nous ne savions pas quand nous avons réservé, mais les propriétaires ce notre camping sont aussi les pasteurs d'une église informelle. Et super, car le pasteur a adapté son message quand il a vû le nombre de visiteurs et enfants présents ce matin... Mais pourquoi heureusement - parce que hier c'était un peu autre chose, surtout pour moi et Myriam. Nous avons fait une promenade à vélo. Sauf que porter Myriam sur mon vélo devient un peu plus compliqué, vu qu'elle grandit. Et que nous avons choisi un chemin un peu complique  - un peu comme dans l'image ci dessous, il y avait un chemin sur un mur. 2 m plus bas, sur chaque côté, des cham

Day 31 - boating adventures, a guest post from Samuel!

We had an amazing day today. We watched a lifeboat display in the sea. And we even got a tour inside . It was an all weather lifeboat and it can carry 40 people. Just yesterday it rescued 2 people . There are 7 people working on board it. Its maximum speed is 25 knots! Its length is the size of two camper vans and has an extra little lifeboat!!!  Last sunday we went sailing with our cousin . I had a go at sailing the ship and we even saw some navy ships.  Photos to follow, soon.

Days 24-30 : Cronick chronicle

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Our last week has been spent in a beautiful house generously offered to us, including a long weekend with my sister Catherine and her family. We've not been updating the blog mainly because we were out doing things, and in the evening we were either busy relaxing or busy working. For example, this last week we have fine-tuned our budget for the year to come and updated our budget tracking tool with expenses so far. Our budget tool is a critical piece of our family infrastructure and every penny spent is recorded. It's one of those paradoxical things but it turns out if you think about money, you end up not having to think about money. Where as if you don't think about money, it becomes something you can't avoid thinking about. Calstock viaduct. Devon on left. Cornwall on right. I've also been doing some work in the evenings for the Banque de France. I haven't quite finished my current job there and am attending a work meeting in Copenhagen end of August

Day 23 - unschooling thoughts - lâcher prise...

Hmm, so I posted the other day about learning to read, and how basically we took a step back and allowed Samuel the time and space he needed to learn to read at his own pace. I was feeling quite proud of myself, and so of course, the fall came.. It was funny to find it in a swimming pool - let me explain. Although I may be quite relaxed about how and when my kids learn to read, it seems I am not at all relaxed about the fact that they don't know how to swim. One of my frustrations about living in France has been the fact that our children haven't had swimming lessons. This is partly because you don't have swimming lessons until you're 6 (my theory is that they don't want to bother being positive and encouraging with young children, they just wait until children have done 3 years of school and then they'll be submissive enough to be obedient. It's also about technicality - France seems to be about precision and science, so why give swimming lessons before

Jour 22 : du repos

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Nous sommes arrivés, enfin, à Trehan, en Cornouailles. Depuis quelques jours, nous répétons aux enfants. .."quand on sera à Cronick" (c'est le nom de la maison ) à chaque fois qu'ils nous demandent quelque chose. Regarder un film, acheter quelque chose sur Internet,  prendre un bain, tout s'est fait attendre.. et moi aussi,  je me le disais aussi... pour faire des lessives, prendre un bain, répondre aux mél. C'est vrai que cela nous fait énormément de bien d'avoir des canapés,  de l'espace,  un grand jardin,  de vrais chambres.. et pourtant les garçons ont choisi de partager un grand lit, au lieu de le diviser en deux! Dans deux semaines,  nous serons encore dans une maison,  chez mes parents et à Copenhague,  pendant presque deux semaines. Mais après?  On ne sait pas encore.  Et j'ai des doutes.. allons nous pouvoir survivre sans ses moments de maison? Est-ce que j'ai trop mis d'emphase, pour moi-même,  sur les pl

Days 18-21 : Duck-tape & Devon

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Setting off clean and rested from our pit-stop, we were looking forwarded to exploring Devon for a few days. We did get to Devon in the end but day 18 was our most eventful so far. We asked Samuel to blog on day 18 and he wrote this... "We were stuck in the mud and had to be pulled out by a tractor we went to the beach to look for fossils when we set off we lost our window and replace it with a pretend window we went to the wrong campsite and then went to the right campsite.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"   Before breaking that down for you, here's a map of where we've been so far. Blue pins represent over-night stays.   Anyone in north-west Europe right now won't need telling that it's been raining, and at our pit-stop site near Charmouth in Dorset Lucia the motorhome sank a couple of centimetres into the saturated-clay bog on which we were paying to park. The inevitble result of trying to d

Photos : New Forest

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Highland cow? Well it's hairy with big horns Horses wandering around the campsite From a pig or a deer? All this space just for us  Sign says "Do not climb"

Days 16-17 : Pit-stop

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We've had a pit-stop day - two nights in a campsite that has electricity, a laundrette and hot showers/flushing toilets!! We're now in West Dorset, and arrived yesterday, more than a little frazzled, after a day at Peppa Pig world! We were interviewed at St Michaels, just before we left, and Alyson asked the children what they were most looking forward to.. "Peppa Pig" was Myriam's answer. So we braved the crowds (to be fair, the queues weren't bad at all) and the noise, and spent the day at Paulton's Park. We can highly recommend this theme park - really geared up to a family day out. I would say that it's more pitched at younger families - Samuel was happy on all the rides, and in fact you can take a child 90cm or above on many of them. So he and I enjoyed his first hanging rollercoaster (I screamed and laughed my way through the whole ride) and then he and Nathanael did most of the other 'thrill' rides with James - while Myriam and I went on

Jours 14-15 : La lecture

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Une chose que j'observe depuis qu'on est arrivé en Angleterre,  c'est que mes garçons lisent. Beaucoup. . Énormément. . Chez mes parents,  j'avais l'impression que,  chaque fois que je les cherchais,  je les ai trouvé dans le salon,  le nez dans un bouquin, une BD, l'encyclopédie Pokémon..  En France,  c'est l'année de CP, à 6 ans, qu'on apprend à lire. Cela peut être source de grande pression et stress de la part des parents, ou des profs. Heureusement, Samuel avait une super maîtresse,  qui a surtout pris en main les parents(!), en expliquant que les enfants avaient toute l'année pour apprendre à lire. Et c'est là que nous avons appris à lâcher prise.  Un enfant apprend seul à parler, à marcher,  c'est aussi lui qui apprend seul à lire, et nous avons fait le choix de laisser Samuel apprendre à son rythme.  Nous avons continué à lui lire des histoires tous les soirs,  et des fois il a choisi de lire le titre du chapitre,  ou quelques mo