By: Blonde Two
As a child, my sisters and I spent a fair amount of time building shelters of all kinds. We created indoor and outdoor shelters. I particularly remember two armchairs which you could push together and drape a sheet over. Mum was a great encourager of shelter building and one year’s garden project was an arrangement of uprights and garden mesh which we could push grass (we always had long grass – it was more fun) into to make our hidey-hole more solid.
Of course, these days, shelter from the storm is much easier because I have a tent (several tents if I am honest) and I despite Ray Mear’s best TV efforts, I haven’t built a shelter in ages (well, not since my kids were little). I do believe, though, that all kids should grow up building shelters. I am not sure why, but there must be some deep cave-person instinct that we need to fulfil. All this is why, on a particularly windy dog walk (the sky was windy, not the dog) in our local copse, I was especially pleased to see this creation;
I spent some time casting my expert “shelter” eye over it and, I have to confess, even crawled inside to get the full experience (glad no-one came along). The dog refused to come in which made me wonder if it wasn’t very solid. It was a great attempt and even had a built in Christmas Tree in one corner. I left the shelter thrilled that at least some local kids had been venturing outside and away from their electronics (says the Blonde who is addicted to Twitter and blog writing).
I was thrilled that is, until I went around the corner and found out where the base materials for the shelter had come from (spot the difference in the picture below). Tricky to know what to feel at that point – had vandalism or initiative been at play here? I will leave it up to you to make your mind up but lets just say that I really love shelters.