One thing we didn’t have to worry about hearing while down on the farm were cries from the little guy of, ‘I’m bored’, ‘There’s nothing to do?’ and ‘What are we doing today?’ Hallelujah!
Farm life or being out in the country has so much to offer a boy but one added advantage to holidaying at Oakvale is that there is a neighbouring property where there’s a family with two boys around the same age as Alfie. Yeah! As soon as they boys saw our car drive past their property, they were out the door and running to greet us.
Alfie had so much fun with Louie and Hugo; they played pool, jumped on the trampoline, road the quad bikes, played ‘hide and seek’, watched videos and ate chips and paddle pops.
But the best thing they did was build fires. What is it with boys and fires! Collecting firewood for their fires filled up hours of the day and kept them running all over the property in search of wood.
As I’ve mentioned to you before, Alfie is a Cub-Scout and he is determined to get as many badges and awards as possible. For the last six months he has been trying to gain his Silver Boomerang Award but one of the requirements is that you have to build a fire and cook a meal on it. Now where exactly can you do that in Sydney without getting arrested? So Alfie’s enormous frustration is that he hasn’t been able to tick that task off the list of requirements.
However, while on the farm he built a fire with his friend, Louie, and when the flames had died down they put a grill plate over the fire and cooked sausages. I was rather pleased not to have been offered one. However, there were no reported cases of food poisoning and Alfie was really excited to have finally passed this skill as part of his Silver Boomerang.
On the last night I put a roast in the oven and then the boys jumped into the back of the ute and of course I put the girls in the ute as well, and we headed down to the bottom paddock. The boys ran around gathering and putting together an enormous pile of wood and then they built a bonfire. We took some camp chairs and the neighbours came and joined us and the boys toasted marshmallows while those over 18 shared a glass of wine.
When I could smell the roast burning in the oven, the remnants of the fire were stamped on and doused with water and then it was time to pack up our camp chairs and head back to the homestead with the boys and the girls riding in the back of the ute.
Back at the house it was ‘boots off at the door’ and on with the roast that was a poor second to toasted marshmallows covered in ash.
It was the end of a fantastic day where especially with the bonfire, the boys were allowed to be boys.
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