“ The demand for happiness and the patient quest for it. We need not banish our melancholy, but we must destroy our taste for difficult and fatal things. Be happy with our friends, in harmony with the world, and earn our happiness by following a path which nevertheless leads to death.
“You will tremble before death.”
“Yes, but I shall leave nothing unfulfilled in my mission, which is to live.” Don’t give way to conformity and to office hours. Don’t give up. Never give up—always demand more. But stay lucid, even during office hours. As soon as we are alone in its presence, strive after the nakedness into which the world rejects us. But above all, in order to be, never try to seem. “
- Albert Camus
@wildwoodberry have a whole load of kids activities on throughout the summer holidays. Today we headed over for their Wildlife Discovery session and a spot of pond dipping. There was also some storytelling, which as expected Sprog totally ignored, deciding instead to ransack all the boxes destined for the next activity - Nature Crafternoon. Which is a bloody genius name 🙌🏻 After some enthusiastic cutting, glueing and scribbling, poor Sproggles has his heart set on stealing somebody else’s toy buggy, which led to a distraught tantrum which didn’t really end until bedtime 😬
Woodberry Wetlands is beautiful, but I’m not sure I’d recommend it as somewhere to bring toddlers, unless they’re miraculously sleeping, because it is mainly just a path (which you obviously have to stay on) around a massive expanse of water (which you obviously don’t want your toddler to fall into) surrounded by reeds which your toddler can’t see over. .
Connecticut has one of the richest sailing histories in the United States. While this boat is peacefully sailing off the coast of Stonington Lighthouse, one of our favorite stories (which is appropriate for this time of year) would be that of the Ghost Ship of New Haven, which had a decidedly less serene time back in January of 1647. Only eight years after New Haven was founded, a large ship set sail for England. An especially cold winter necessitated the assistance of an advance crew of ice-chopping local residents just to get the ship out of New Haven Harbor and into Long Island Sound. The ship disappeared into the fog and was never heard from again. A year and a half later, a particularly wild summer thunderstorm hit New Haven harbor, and in its immediate aftermath spectators claimed to have seen a vivid phantom version of the ship sailing in the sky, its masts battered and its sails torn in the violent storm. This story would be passed down from generation to generation, even spoken of today.
Photo by @heynardo