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ailbheNot over the shoulder boulder holders, but Braziers Park, a wonderful organic gardening educational commune which also lets people use it for functions, like the Quakers annual, er, CCDE-equivalent, I guess.
We brought our own food rather than dealing with explaining dietary needs three times a day but in general we ate, drank, played, talked until the middle of the night, sat around lovely campfires (usually started by the children or teenagers) and discussed everything from workplace bullying to parenting to holidays in India and places east thereof. There was a fantastic well-tuned bottled-of-water glockenspiel thingy on which a bunch of people carefully played some great music (it sounded terrible until after a few practice runs though) and a massive heap of craft materials which were used with varying levels of skill, and kite-flying as a direct result of that, and amazing gardens and walks and paths and woods and sitting rooms with roaring log fires and outdoor showers with hessian walls under a tree - I stood in the hot water and reached my arm out to feel the cold rain beyond it. The whole thing is so knit your own home-cultured yoghurt yurt it was unbelievable, and the food we saw other people eating was incredible.
Apart from having to live with other people, I want to go there and never leave.
(Over one of the gothic-arch windows on the rear verandah, someone once painted "fairytales are real".)
We brought our own food rather than dealing with explaining dietary needs three times a day but in general we ate, drank, played, talked until the middle of the night, sat around lovely campfires (usually started by the children or teenagers) and discussed everything from workplace bullying to parenting to holidays in India and places east thereof. There was a fantastic well-tuned bottled-of-water glockenspiel thingy on which a bunch of people carefully played some great music (it sounded terrible until after a few practice runs though) and a massive heap of craft materials which were used with varying levels of skill, and kite-flying as a direct result of that, and amazing gardens and walks and paths and woods and sitting rooms with roaring log fires and outdoor showers with hessian walls under a tree - I stood in the hot water and reached my arm out to feel the cold rain beyond it. The whole thing is so knit your own home-cultured yoghurt yurt it was unbelievable, and the food we saw other people eating was incredible.
Apart from having to live with other people, I want to go there and never leave.
(Over one of the gothic-arch windows on the rear verandah, someone once painted "fairytales are real".)
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Date: 2009-07-13 06:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-13 12:53 pm (UTC)