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Monday, 4 May 2020

Bluebells, cockle shells ....



I saw carpets of bluebells in the woods today on my walk. I love their deep, purply-blue colour, their fragrance, how they hang like little lanterns, and the way a distant patch seems to shimmer in a haze of blue, the eye unable to make them completely distinct.

They brought to mind the skipping rhyme we used to sing as children in the playground:

'Bluebells, cockle shells,
Eevery ivery over.'

I spent many hours skipping, on my own and jumping in, while two other people turned a long rope. There were so many skipping songs, some of them a bit rude if I recall correctly, and others that would be regarded as not very 'politically correct'! Yet, I have fond memories of that time - the friends I had, the games we played. 

Do you have a memory of a skipping song, or a playground game? Maybe elastic skipping, 'twosie' ball, whip and top, marbles? Write about those memories of playing as a child. Share below if you like. 


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