It's amazing how one can fall behind with so many things when one has a really really busy weekend. Which is what I've just been fortunate enough to have. I was going to say that the highlight was playing association croquet matches and playing as well as I have ever played and thoroughly enjoying every minute (well, perhaps not if I missed a roquet but that would be a fleeting moment). Or doing something simple after dinner on Sunday evening when Wendy and Martin took me to the Globe Theatrette (which I'm ashamed to say I'd never been to) to see Short Term 12 (a low-budget very emotional and ultimately uplifting film) whilst drinking a glass of excellent shiraz in superb comfort.
The highlight wasn't any of that though. It was going to see Catriona swimming in her school swimming gala. Catriona is fortunate to have what I would wish for every child in the world: the chance of a superb education at a school most children in the world cannot even dream of because they could not conceive of there being such a school. Woodford House is one of New Zealand's leading girls' schools. It is a day and boarding school (Catriona is a weekly boarder and loves it) set in acres of greenery. I think if I had been a girl and gone to Woodford even I might have enjoyed school. (As it was I was fortunate enough to have had as good an education as was available in Liverpool and I disliked almost every minute of it).
The organisation of the 77 races was a precision clockwork event such as I have never seen before. The parents (and grandparents!) were there supporting their children (and seeing and being seen and taking the opportunity to chat to teachers and other parents informally).
|The swimming pool is set in a deep natural amphitheatre. Catriona's school house is dressed in blue.|
|Catriona in blue cap just about to start her race|
|and, by a short hand, winning it.|