and made for the shelter of the gazebo in Chestnuts park followed by a little band of mums and kids.
Well, not all of us, some preferred the very big muddy puddles.
A little friendly negotiation with the owners of the Chestnuts cafe, involving buying teas (nooo problem), meant that we were granted a table.
Startled builders quickly drank up and left when faced with some sprightly mums ready to massage some willow and make crowns fit for the fair maids of Harringay.
Thus we weaved and decorated under the dripping plastic canopy as curious Tottenham males enquired if it was a special day? were any of us single? and commented on how nice we all looked in our cowslip woven willow crowns.
Angie, the willow weaving teacher, tried to get us to turn our hands to dreamcatchers
but, alas, my mud bespattered boy needed food and a sleep
so I returned home.
In the afternoon, however, the gods of Chestnuts Park smiled, the sun shone and children and parents (including the nipperette who had elected to stay in the park with her pal and his mum) wove fancy dreamnets to catch the most evil of nightmares and keep them from troubling the sleep of the princes and princesses of Woodlands and Harringay Park.
Have to say a very big thank you to the ladies who braved the elements to give us a little fun in the park and a big virtual hug to the BTCV whose events keep our city kids in touch with the natural world all year round
XO
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