About Us

We are Ferdy (aged 9), Harriet (Mum - age too old to reveal) and Gil (aged 6).

Ferdy started school in September 2017 and Gil in September 2020, and Ferdy and Gil are home educated on Fridays (flexischooling is a combination of formal schooling and home educating). This does not mean an extra weekend day (Ferdy!), but that we will be doing days out, some reading, some writing, some maths and generally things relating to what both boys are learning at school.

We will be keeping a record of our progress (and our mistakes) on this blog. Any comments/ideas gratefully received!

Sunday 7 April 2019

Tales of the Unexpected


There are some days where I thank whomever looks down on us - Yoda, Zeus or most recently Loki in our household - for our Fridays. They are often hard work, sometimes disappointing and periodically we all fall out... But on occasion things come together beautifully and we have an unexpectedly blissful and productive day.

Looking at the trams
The day commenced by looking at the ten times table. Ferdy recently said to me that he doesn't like that wobbly cross next to the numbers, which I think means he doesn't like times tables. Often when he doesn't like something it's because he doesn't understand it so we tried to punctuate the day with times tables without him really noticing.

The perfect bridge for playing Billy Goats Gruff
Our trip out today was to the Crich Tramway Village. As usual we first went to the playground.









We then caught a tram to Wakebridge to investigate the sculpture trail.


Wow. It was great! A lovely trail through the woods where we encountered loads of different unexpected and magical creatures.

At a clearing we found a mushroom circle and some giant dominoes. Ferdy invented a game where we had to add up the dots on the dominoes and only then, could we step onto the next one.






And there was a spiral of rocks where we had to get all the way to the middle without touching the ground.
















After lunch we checked out the museums, most fascinating was the huge pile of horse poo and wee collected from the streets in Victorian times.

Left: poo; right: large jar of wee
That was a great day, I was told on the way home. And later on the great day got even greater when Ferdy and I went to see the Jungle Book at Derby Theatre in the evening. It was brill but is another story which involves chanting 2 and 10 times tables in the taxi, Magnum ice creams and Prosecco. Need I say more.

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