Ozzy decided a while back that he wanted to make a bow and arrow. His thought process involved a toilet roll tube and some sellotape, pretty much his two favourite things in the world at the moment. I volunteered his father to show him the 'ways of the bow' aka I didn't actually have much of a clue.
We headed to grandads garden because my husband reliably informed me that 'that's where you can get the right kind of sticks'. I momentarily considered questioning the whole stick thing, after all a stick is a stick I thought, but once I realised that it would involve sitting in the sunshine and watching the two of them working as a team,
or as Ozzy would say, 'collaboration', I decided that silence would be golden.
Turns out a stick is in fact not a stick when it comes to making a bow and arrow, straight sticks are what one needs, and hazel trees work nicely for this. Ozzy helped choose a branch and watched his father lop one down, before trimming the branch down to just a stick.Next came the string, garden twine in this case. A groove was scored around the stick at both ends and the twine tied.
"Arrows! We need arrows daddy!"
No fingers were cut in the scoring of the arrows, thank goodness, though if that had been me doing that I would have lost a finger in all likeliness. The scoring of the arrows was just a straight cut to the end of each arrow, to help them 'sit' on the string nicely to fire.
Then of course there was one final hurdle, teaching Ozzy how to fire arrows, there was such concentration as he listened intently to his father explaining about which hand needs to go where, Ozzy is really good at listening and learning we are discovering with enthusiasm by the bucketload.
It was easily one of the nicest afternoons in a long time, it cost us nothing and hopefully Ozzy will remember it years to come - good times x