Stickland

10:15. 

We are getting ready to catch the bus. I arrive in the foyer where the children have been gathering what they need for the day and getting dressed in their warm clothing. Teresa, the forest school trained practitioner has also been very busy gathering up all that is required for a happy day in the woods. Snacks, water, spare clothing and the like. As they are waiting for the bus they are singing a song

One two three

Kieran's ready, Kieran's ready

Bag and boots, bag and boots

Waterproof and wellies, waterproof and wellies

Thank you Keiran, thank you Keiran. 

Sung to the tune of Ferra Jacka. 

There is discussion about Stickland as well as singing the song for each of twelve children. Other children have joined in this gathering and are welcomed, although it's not their day to go to the woods. 

10:30 and we are on the bus. There are bags of supplies and a box of food. Children and educators are chatting away, noticing things in the city as we drive towards the woods. Some sit quietly watching out the window. I feel quite sleepy. The city gives way to wider roads and suburbs, with houses rather than tall buildings. 

We arrive at a green space. It's alive with trees, moss, birds and even deer. There is a community area where different groups have structures to support  their 'programs'. There's a tipi that the scouts use, a yurt used by the nursery school, some timber shacks and a fire pit. We stop in the yurt for snack.

11:00

It's time for an adventure. Teresa waits for the children to finish their snack, to be ready to join the group. Some children wander off nearby, others stand with Teresa. It's not until all have decided to join the gathering that they move off together. The first stop is the public toilet. Again children busily investigate the environs nearby while others use the toilet. There's no pressure or stress to be quick or no expectation that they line up or stand waiting. When everyone is ready we move to the next spot, decided by the children. All agree to head to the river. Here we negotiate steep paths, exposed roots, rocks and low branches. We go down a steep incline to the water below. Here we come to a bridge, a bit of timber that has been placed there. It only goes part way across and the children tentatively make their way, carefully placing feet on the wobbly timber, then onto rocks and logs to get across. It doesn't take long for someone to get enough confidence to place their feet in the water, then even less time for them to be splashing and wading. Such fun and some do get wet, but that is their decision and there are cloths to change them into later. If they choose to be cold and wet while on the adventure, so be it. 

The adventure continues. If children choose to stop, we all do. 

I watch Teresa respond to some conflict. One of the children hurt another with a stick. She was immediately there, speaking calmly, comforting the child that had been hurt, drawing the child that did the damage near, gathering all the children together to share in this. She pointed out how much it hurt, suggested what could help, listened to the child crying and was ready to listen to the other. The situation ended in a hug and I observed that child being  very kind to his peer for the rest of the day. 

This child was behind the group and I stayed with her. There was a big gap between us and the rest but we weren't hurried or pressured. She had a great interest in the flowers that grew on the forest floor.

Here are some images of the woodland play space. I played hide and seek in amongst the greenery and watched that little girl roll a flower into a squishy ball. Note the fine motor as her fingers work the gooey mass. Note the language as she says "this is going to be all gooey and mushy now". 

Me in my happy place again.

12:00

Lunch in and around the yurt

12:30 

I watched a small boy laying in a pile of dirt for about an hour. During this trip I've seen a lot of this: children getting as close to the earth as possible, as if they can become part of it. They lie down and soak it up. The earth embraces them. This child spent over an hour making a mound and poking a hole in it, very carefully, then looking through it. It was a work of engineering and a work of art. 

"The silence, only broken very occasionally by a lone bird call, spoke of peace & tranquility & as he lay on the sand, felt the earth reaching up to embrace him, to hold him as its own & to help him exist at that moment in harmony with it and all around him. It's rare to feel this comfortable & this connected" (something a friend wrote to me recently which I think fits well here).

1:30

Some children ran full pelt across the field to a play area. Others stayed near the yurt. 

2:00

Children were called together to reflect on the day, sing a few songs and get ready to board the bus

2:30 

Back on the bus. 

3:00

At the centre the children needed to change and put things up to dry. They then played in their rooms or outside. 

4:00

I met with Lynn at last, who is the head of the centre. We had a fantastic long discussion about her PHD research in transition to school. Lynn has followed the experiences and progress of children from Cowgate to the early years of school. We talked about children's and parents ideas and attitudes towards school. Lynn found that many expected certain things of school and a lot of it has to do with fitting in and conforming, which I thought was really interesting. When parents were asked if they would like their child to be seen as an individual or someone who fitted in, most said fitting in. Again, I could have spent hours discussing this but it was time for me to go and for her to get on with her busy day. 

I came back to the apartment feeling sad and a little lost now that my study tour was finally at an end, and increasingly daunted by the mountain of clothing spilling out of my bag, spreading and cascading like an Edinburgh mist, the result of my not being able to find my camera charger a few days ago. 

So now I have the trip home to face and the job of putting all this into some sort of sense to talk to my colleagues about on Monday at our preschool conference. Who's idea was that? Oh yes, that would have been me. 

Thank you for joining me on this journey. I have really loved having you all along, knowing that there are people from all over the world interested in this concept and my discoveries. My email is posted on the blog in my profile so please feel free to contact me if you'd like to. 

I may have a few things to share as I make my way home, but if I don't, see ya!

Day two at the Secret Garden

The children attending The Secret Garden begin at 8:30 at a local park. This green space is very much a part of the local community, there having been a project in partnership with the nursery to develop it, adding challenging play equipment in additional to the old merry go round, ancient slippery dip and swings from the sixties. I was pretty excited to see a merry go round, as they have been absent from Australian playgrounds for many years. The park also boasts a shelter built from straw and mud, which was provided by the nursery and is used as their 'headquarters' and as an additional shelter. 

The children are brought to the park by their parents and released into the care of the three practitioners. A half hour walk up a hill along a country lane begins the day, as the children make their way to the woods carrying on their backs the necessities for the day. The three staff also carry packs, or rucksacks as they call them here. These are filled with afternoon tea, a laptop, note books and their own provisions. 

Again I sat quietly observing the children as the staff do here. I curbed my usual tenancy to join play or suggest possible options for learning. I sat quietly, a little withdrawn and if children approached me I responded as sensitively as I could. It was hard. It was also peaceful and I found myself watching with great interest the play choices, the socializing and the imaginations of the children flowing through the day. It was in a way a kind of meditation. Perhaps I was learning to engage in what Cathy calls mindfulness. It would take more practice to perfect it, as I was often drawn in where other educators stood back, respecting the children's competence and confidence where I tended to want to scaffold, 'teach'. 

Behaviour guidance is practiced here in a way that I aspire too. Children are sometimes corrected but it comes with great respect, firm guidance and high expectations. The practitioners, while standing back, are highly aware of the ebb and flow of the children's play and are ready to intervene and guide when it's needed. Children know the limits and are responsive to correction as it is respectfully and sensitively delivered. For instance, yesterday when a little boy helped himself to my iPad in my back pack I responded with disappointment that he hadn't asked first. His teacher was there in a flash. She bent to his level, a look of concern and openness on her face and explained the importance of respecting other peoples belongings. I couldn't hear the exchange, but the little fellow approached me once his teacher had finished with a stricken look of apology on his face and said "I'm very sorry that I didn't ask you for the iPad and I promise that it won't happen again". I was moved by his sincerity. He then asked very politely if he could use it and I had to explain that the woods offered all he needed for the day and it was put away securely and safely in my back back. 

So today I took paper to write on and record some of the play that was occurring. 

INVITATION

Two boys spy the paper I'm writing on and asked for a piece. I was a little concerned because I didn't have a lot to spare so I tore a piece in half and scrounged around in my back pack for some pens. They enthusiastically find a log with a smooth surface and write on the paper, sharing the limited space and conferring with each other what it was about. They told me it was an invitation in Indian and then one read it to me in his own made up foreign language. Before leaving this task, which took a good half hour, they tore it in two to share the finished product. Later I saw these scraps of paper in other children's hands. Perhaps they had been invited to the party. 

SLUG

I see two children crouched low over a rock. 

This pose is a common sight here and you can see the intensity of their interest, the 'being in the moment' is communicated in the bend of their bodies, their heads inclined to the subject, hands freed to investigate tentatively, gently. 

"A slug" he exclaims and she comes over to join in the investigation. She draws back a little, "ooh" she says.

"It's ok, I'll show you" he encourages. He finds a very small stick and gently pokes it. The long slugs curls into a protective ball, still clinging to the rock. He then touches it with his finger.

"You touched it" she says

"It's slimy" he responds. "Look, it was big and I made it smaller"

She runs over to tell me. "We found a slug and it's not slimy, just a bit wet"

"No", he corrects. It was slimy.

CLIMBING BRANCHES

There is a fallen tree with its branches spread horizontal to the ground. Two boys spend hours here. They bend limbs and bodies, twist and pull, clutching one branch after another to change to a new spot, legs and feet negotiating, testing, bouncing, as they explore every possible branch that will accommodate their bodies. They see what that tree can provide, testing it's potential bit by bit. They return to it regularly throughout the day, exploring further, higher, but not where the drying branches won't support them. I imagine when it first fell they would have enjoyed springy green branches, perhaps complete with leaves. Now it is dry and bare and I often hear a crack as a branch gives way. They are ready though, holding on and ready for it. I wonder what they know of this tree, of its demise and slow deterioration. Their long hours of time spent within it giving them a certain intimacy with the earth. 

WHEELBARROW 

A wheelbarrow is used by the practitioners to transport supplies for the day. Two boys ask if they can use it and they are given permission as long as they empty it carefully and replace everything when they're finished. They agree and get to work. I saw it being used in various ways with different children throughout the afternoon; it was a mixing bowl, a mulch mover, a taxi, a rocker, a bed and a hide. Children shared it with little conflict and turns to use it came and went. Again the term 'ebb and flow' comes to mind as the wheelbarrows uses were transitioned seamlessly. We often talk about giving children open ended materials to use, and this wheelbarrow is the perfect example. 

I caught some of the language of the children as they played. 

"I'm the mechanic"

"Ok it's fixed, let's go"

"No wait, it's not working"

"Put the oil in. That's it"

"Ready to go"

"No it's not"

"Yes it is, it's fixed now"

"We just need to check. There's rust inside now"

"And I've out the electricity in so it can go now"

"I can give you a lift to Edinburgh"

"Do you know where Dundee is?"

At one point another child squeezed in the front of the driver. He was told "hey! Noooo!" And was pushed from behind. He turns and says "Well that's not nice" and the driver explains "Well you didn't even ask". The interloper gets off and is told "You can sit at the back though", which he does and the play commences peacefully. 

PARENT CONVERSATIONS

I met Rachel and her daughter Sophia today. Sophia is about to start coming one day a week and today was a short introductory visit with her mum. I asked Rachel what is was about this nursery that she chose it for Sophia. She doesn't hesitate and tells me that she likes that there are no toys, no plastics and that really appeals to her. The children in the woods get to use their imaginations and make use of what the woods provide as their inspiration, not have it dictated to by plastic reproductions. It's hard to do this at home, although she tries. Rachel also feels that this is the last chance for Sophia to enjoy her childhood before being in school. Rachel perceives the school system as being a place where children sit from 9 till 3 at a desk. 

I later watch these two bending over something on the ground. There it is again, that 'in-the-moment' pose that I see so often. There is obvious curiosity and delight in their body language, heads bent close to the ground and to each other. Mother and child sharing a moment. The object is carefully picked up and brought over to Cathy. Sophia is holding up a small slug in both hands, smiling broadly as Cathy comments and encourages. 

In the afternoon I meet the parents and I get the opportunity to ask a few more about what they chose this nursery. Each time their eyes light up with enthusiasm as they talk about it allowing children to be children, giving them opportunities to play freely in a natural environment. One spoke about her child's struggles to begin with but that she can see he's stronger now, more resilient. Another told me that when looking for an area to move to she chose this area because of the proximity to the Secret Garden. Cathy told me that the local health care centre recognises 'Secret Gardeners' when they come in for their immunizations. They don't cry with from the jab. 

Well I'll leave you with this for now. It's time to get up and get moving for another day. I'd just like to leave you with this image of delighted children getting to know each other within the arms of a unique tree.