Day 96: Digging for buried historic treasure

Day 96: Digging for buried historic treasure

What would have you creeping around the woods, poking around undergrowth, or walking along the river foreshore scraping away at the surface mud? That’s right, the once, and to a lesser degree still, popular hobby of bottle-digging. Here bottles thrown away by...
Day 93: Enjoying sweaty Turkish delight

Day 93: Enjoying sweaty Turkish delight

Why are Turkish Baths called Turkish Baths? Okay, okay, so there’s an obvious answer to that question, but I mean apart from the fact that they have them in Turkey. I guess what I’m asking is: didn’t everywhere once have these public communal baths...
Day 92: Alphabetising books for play

Day 92: Alphabetising books for play

I have a very vivid memory of my first or second year of school. Namely that my favourite part of class was tidying up. It may have only lasted a week or so (or a day!) but I remember it as being consistently true. After chaos and equipment being distributed to all...
Day 91: Ice skating away my cares

Day 91: Ice skating away my cares

It’s one of those play mysteries. If I told you to strap some uncomfortable boots with sharp blades on the underside to your feet, and then go and cross a large expanse of very slippery terrain, you’d probably complain that I was try to bully you. And yet...