And so the Club Begins....

In this day and age I realise that having a whole group of boys together is actually rather rare...

Tuesday morning of this week, we gathered. 3 little boys, standing in the pre Autumn sunshine for our first ever DANGEROUS CLUB FOR BOYS. The task was to collect stones and fill a bucket. This proved great fun for Benji and Tiger - Wilber watched on thinking 'What are they doing?' or he may have been thinking ....'was machen sie', which is German for 'what are they doing'(....we think he may be German you see).

With stones in hand we marched in to the woods and lined up 10 diet coke cans along a log and set the boys to knocking them off by throwing the stones. By the end of the game we had been joined by 3 more little chaps. The children took great delight in hitting the cans off the log with their hands and wildly hurling the stones over the log. It did not matter that they had no clue how to play the game as they were having so much fun being outdoors and doing something that would have otherwise been forbidden.

The next hour of the DANGEROUS CLUB FOR BOYS, was spent balancing, hitting things, jumping, crying, throwing, swinging and building pretend fires in the wooden house. It was brilliant. Each mother was playing along and when the boys over stepped a mark by, say hitting each other with sticks,  there was a part of me that thought.... This is good.... iron sharpening iron!!! (please note that I don't genuinely think smacking each other with sticks is usually a good idea.)

We came home, Tiger was shivering, with a bruised head from falling off the swing, I was muddy, he was muddy... Wilber was deciding if he would be Spanish instead of German.... we were all very happy.



If you are a boy... in Bristol, or near by and you would like to join THE DANGEROUS CLUB FOR BOYS. We will be next meeting at 10am on Tuesday morning... do contact me!!!!