As regular readers of this blog will testify, October half-term is the usual time that the Bagnalls join the greater Badger clan for the annual Badger Moot. Descendants of Lucinda’s maternal grandfather, Grandpa Badger, flock – if, indeed, Badgers flock? – to the Dorset coast for a week of fun and frolics. This is the 13th moot and the 12th at our usual destination of Berwick Manor. For those of you that don’t know, Berwick Manor is a large manor house set on the Puncknowle Manor estate in the Bride Valley, West Dorset just north of Burton Bradstock. As this is the 13th time we have stayed here (12 moots and once for Uncle Bill’s birthday) we know it very well; it feels like home from home and it is large enough to accommodate the ever-growing clan of Badgers, we peaked at 28 Badgerettes this year. Read more
Less than three weeks after Amélie celebrated her seventh birthday our eldest celebrated her ninth! Yes, nine! Éowyn has now entered the realms of ‘middle childhood’. Not as dramatic as it could sound and certainly not as dramatic as the stages to come. Middle childhood is that flux state betwixt child and young adult, before puberty and teenage hormones take over and that is most defnitely an apt description of our eldest at the moment.
No prizes for guessing the subject of this write-up! Yes, as the trees don their autumnal gowns and nights really begin to draw in (I know that they start drawing in from June but you really begin to notice it after the Southward equinox) our second-born celebrates her birthday. Read more