The first night my body informed me it was morning, clearly the clock had stopped as it said 3.30 am.
However, it was dawn, and it was 3.30 am and this is what Orust has to endure in the summer.
The local wildlife is exhausted; by six o'clock in the evening the wagtails are staggering in the fields, the rabbits are slumped in the grass, the sheep are asleep on heaps and the jackdaw has turned prematurely grey.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Orust surrounds
Mmm, well, it's the sea, and yet not the sea.
It is beautiful and vast,
Inland
Waveless and beachless,
Where is the smell of the sea, its energy?
Slithers of mud, crabs seaweed and starfish
Swedes congregate on the rocks like seals, or around wood and metal diving platforms, and plop into the water, and climb out, and plop in again.
| Three nations; fisk for the Swedish, fish'n chips for the Brits, and A la carte for the French |
Mmm
Orust, our home for the week
| JC reads an illuminated text... |
| The chair where I sit |
| Two thirds of cottage, kitchen/diner and wc/shower room, |
| The bedroom and one chair room, my sarong protects the window from the 3am dawn, C, erm, reads...again |
Monday, August 4, 2014
Gothenburg Gardens
Then at lunchtime we came down to a beautiful city garden, created by the local horticultural society...
| Garden and golden Swedish legs... |
| With a lovely cafe... |
| Lillypads in the glasshouse... |
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| ....in the tropical house... |
| ... a fern bench... |
| A cactus bed |
| ...with succulent flowers. |
| Crocodile hunting |
| Two trees grow as one cone... |
Swedish Pilgrimage
We made a pilgrimage to Sweden to be with Yeshayahu Ben Aharon and some Nordic members of his Global Event School ,
First, we took some time to visit Gothenburg (in Swedish: Göteborg, pronounced [jœtəˈbɔrj], I have heard this pronounced, and it sounds much as it looks, so we'll stick with Gothenburg.
First, we took some time to visit Gothenburg (in Swedish: Göteborg, pronounced [jœtəˈbɔrj], I have heard this pronounced, and it sounds much as it looks, so we'll stick with Gothenburg.
| Totally Touroidistical, JC stands on one of Gothenburg's canal bridges, a lock behind him |
| Time for a quick read before we cast off |
| Ducking under the rusty Cheesegrater |
| Gothenburg's dockside development and floating ship museum, delightfully not over done |
| This Danish ship has tall masts which cannot be lowered. A short time after it docked here the Swedish built a really low bridge between it and the sea, so here it stays. |
| The St Erik with storm descending |
| Storm inevitable, the Padden boat owners put up a sort of windbreak... |
| ...and sell us yellow rain ponchos...shortly afterwards the storm strikes and I am forced to put my camera away for its own safety |
| Please note wet bottom - JC scampers for shelter |
| And finds solace in a lovely cafe...where he can once more read |
Monday, June 30, 2014
Their Passage
Angels, and those purporting to have a hotline to God, are experiencing a busy time of year. Tears flow and hearts thunder. Rarely has it been made so clear, expressed so intensely - the extent to which daughters and sons (already grown, so soon) are loved. My personal entreaty goes as follows:
May he be who he really is during this exam.
I can't think of a higher prayer in the circumstances.
May he be who he really is during this exam.
I can't think of a higher prayer in the circumstances.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
End of Year Summary
In a grand finale of stereotypical generalised negativity, the French school year draws to a close and the lovely long French holidays begin.
I read that the 'educational team' at R's school had much pleasure in working with his class which was "joyfully and cheerfully lacking in concentration' although the class 'made some effort' it nonetheless 'lacked regular progression, the learning was shallow, the work 'too scolarly' and the class must make 'great and serious effort' next year. All this confuses me as 'the class' doesn't really mean anything, and it will not even exist next year, as they insist of mixing up the classes every year, under the 'divide and rule' policy. I asked JC what 'scolarly' was and he said giving the answers expected of you. How extraordinary; they have trained children to give the answers expected of them, and punished them with degrading marks and summarising their work with the chilling words 'you did not do what I told you to do' and they are consequently obedient in the absolute, totally lacking in imagination and originality, and take care never to think for themselves - and now it seems all this was simply in order to complain about the end result of their own system! I tell you it's beyond me. English children thrive on enthousiasm, encouragement and praise, but French children need none of that, and instead truck along with anything on a scale from tepid indifference to a barrage of insults.
R's teacher, Mrs Essex-Facelift made a special end of term effort to 'summarise' (humiliate) each pupil in front of his/her peers, eg
'Well you can wipe the smile of your face, you won't even be able to pass your exams with your 5 out of 20 in maths and your 8 out of twenty in French, you'll have to do a professional bac'.
For R however, there is good news! There seems to be a system in place where pupils are judged and categorised (I've never been furnished with the details, it seems to be something everyone knows except me). Most pupils are 'white', which I take to mean are hiding in a sort of white fog, unnoticed for their good or bad qualities, and deeply grateful not to be one level lower in the dark hell region of 'in difficulty' which offers no hope and from which there is no escape. This year R has apparently emerged from the fog and entered the realm of 'encouragement', although the accolade was VERY grudgingly given by Mrs Essex-Facelift, and I quote "Adequate work but no more than that, he is working regularly but his work lacks care and attention to detail and he must try harder next year'. I believe there are more elivated titles above 'encouragement', terminating in the unheard of 'congratulations', which entitles you to a school prize. (The class 'intello' ((intellectual)) got 50 Euros every year until this year when a policy change meant he received a maths book, which did not go down well and has made him into a classic candidate for 'breaking bad' but I'm not at liberty to discuss that). However, some teachers even wrote 'bravo' on R's report, the highest (and most meaningless) of school praise, and his final summary, which seems to have been doled out by some sort of committee is;
"Some efforts have paid off it must be followed up by seeking more precision and rigour in written work. The term is globally satisfactory, ENCOURAGEMENT. May pass into 3rd class'.
You will note that the word 'ENCOURAGEMENT' is a kind of score/label, but is not actually delivered, however, for a Frenchy, all this is high praise and we are all very pleased (relieved).
I read that the 'educational team' at R's school had much pleasure in working with his class which was "joyfully and cheerfully lacking in concentration' although the class 'made some effort' it nonetheless 'lacked regular progression, the learning was shallow, the work 'too scolarly' and the class must make 'great and serious effort' next year. All this confuses me as 'the class' doesn't really mean anything, and it will not even exist next year, as they insist of mixing up the classes every year, under the 'divide and rule' policy. I asked JC what 'scolarly' was and he said giving the answers expected of you. How extraordinary; they have trained children to give the answers expected of them, and punished them with degrading marks and summarising their work with the chilling words 'you did not do what I told you to do' and they are consequently obedient in the absolute, totally lacking in imagination and originality, and take care never to think for themselves - and now it seems all this was simply in order to complain about the end result of their own system! I tell you it's beyond me. English children thrive on enthousiasm, encouragement and praise, but French children need none of that, and instead truck along with anything on a scale from tepid indifference to a barrage of insults.
R's teacher, Mrs Essex-Facelift made a special end of term effort to 'summarise' (humiliate) each pupil in front of his/her peers, eg
'Well you can wipe the smile of your face, you won't even be able to pass your exams with your 5 out of 20 in maths and your 8 out of twenty in French, you'll have to do a professional bac'.
For R however, there is good news! There seems to be a system in place where pupils are judged and categorised (I've never been furnished with the details, it seems to be something everyone knows except me). Most pupils are 'white', which I take to mean are hiding in a sort of white fog, unnoticed for their good or bad qualities, and deeply grateful not to be one level lower in the dark hell region of 'in difficulty' which offers no hope and from which there is no escape. This year R has apparently emerged from the fog and entered the realm of 'encouragement', although the accolade was VERY grudgingly given by Mrs Essex-Facelift, and I quote "Adequate work but no more than that, he is working regularly but his work lacks care and attention to detail and he must try harder next year'. I believe there are more elivated titles above 'encouragement', terminating in the unheard of 'congratulations', which entitles you to a school prize. (The class 'intello' ((intellectual)) got 50 Euros every year until this year when a policy change meant he received a maths book, which did not go down well and has made him into a classic candidate for 'breaking bad' but I'm not at liberty to discuss that). However, some teachers even wrote 'bravo' on R's report, the highest (and most meaningless) of school praise, and his final summary, which seems to have been doled out by some sort of committee is;
"Some efforts have paid off it must be followed up by seeking more precision and rigour in written work. The term is globally satisfactory, ENCOURAGEMENT. May pass into 3rd class'.
You will note that the word 'ENCOURAGEMENT' is a kind of score/label, but is not actually delivered, however, for a Frenchy, all this is high praise and we are all very pleased (relieved).
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