Wellies by the back door. Just got back from a damp day at SHIREBROOK VALLEY PARK, where I was storytelling. Lots of (other) interesting activities, including a blacksmith, djembe drumming, hook the plastic ducks out of the water, tie & dye, and even a miniature train ride. Well done, all the organisers!
Thanks to the two librarians who were in charge of my "pitch", and gave me a cup of hot chocolate to drink just when the day got chilly. One of them summed up one of the magic things about such outdoor days that I'd dimly noticed but hadn't put words to: "It feels like camping." Yes! But glad I'm not sleeping out in the open tonight.
I was also given a copy of "Shirebrook - The Forgotten Valley" a book just published by the local history study group, and am looking forward to finding out more about this area of Sheffield - now green grass and trees where there were once pits.
A really pleasant Saturday. What a nice way to escape from the media frenzy about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows?