You know that you have brought your children up well when they insist on preparing Easter Trails for their own kids. Today, an Easter like no other, I am invited to participate (albeit at a safe distance via FaceTime)
in no fewer than four trails, all (you will be pleased to hear) with chocolate eggs as a reward having solved every clue. Why have one Easter Trail, you can probably hear me say, when you could have four?
The Rascally Trio have a picture trail to follow. I am proud to say that I did have some input into this exercise, namely that when the Rascals’ proud mother (aka the Middle of the Darling Daughters) was pondering on
what kind of trail she might set her Littl’uns, I remembered one of my more successful initiatives which involved taking photographs of familiar household / garden objects from unusual angles as clues. My daughter’s version was a great deal more
complicated than mine and even managed to be educational at the same time by introducing charts to be completed with tokens found along the trail. It looked quite hard to me - even the Rascals’ father (“Rules Is Rules”) couldn’t work
out three of the photographic clues - but my daughter had faith, especially in her boy’s powers of observation. She was right to trust him and the Trio between them managed to solve all twenty-one clues in record time. By which I mean, enough time
to be fun, but not too long to lead to a loss of interest.
There was one priceless moment when the Trio recognised a photograph to be the stripes on a doormat
but then had to investigate under which of three identical door mats the token might be. Try as they might, they couldn’t find it, so that their mother was wondering how it had got lost along the way. I had to remind her of one of my more ambitious but
less successful Easter Trails when she and her siblings were young. I had hidden clues all the way from Church to home but several had been spirited away overnight. As Easter trails go, it was a bit of a failure.
My Boy and the Darling Daughter in Law were extremely ambitious to the extent of preparing three separate trials, one for each of my (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys. Before you stand back in amazement,
I must explain that first thing this morning they hadn’t worked out any of the trails and had to resort to asking the boys to colour in their own egg clue cards and fashion their own basket (eggs for the collection of) to buy themselves time to come
up with the actual clues.
I was invited to witness two trails before they enjoyed their Easter dinner (roast lamb - it looked yummy) and one after dinner. For
each trail, the boys read out the clue to me first before they hared off around house and garden to locate the hiding place of the next clue. Unfortunately, being me, I found it extremely difficult not to remember that I wasn’t actually following the
trail myself and had to be stopped from calling out the answers. Which is also known, I believe, as Giving the Game Away.
I have doubtless told the story before
but I do recall joining, along with the Eldest of the Darling Daughetrs, one of granddaughter Katie’s Brownie Guide meetings when she was small. In common with custom and practice, the Brownie Guider bestowed on my daughter the name of Star One, while
I was Star Two. We each joined one of the Sixes to participate in a game which involved - yes, you’ve guessed it - the solving of clues. At one point in the game that followed, I was so very excited that I knew the answer to a particularly tricky clue
that without thinking I jumped up and triumphantly called out the answer. I will not forget the stern reproach this earned me from the Guider in charge: “This game isn’t meant for you, Star Two!”
Joining in. It’s what I’m good at. Thank you to my family for inviting me to join their Easter activities and making me feel a little less lonely than I would otherwise have been.