People do wonder why on earth I choose to work through part of my summer holidays. Apart from the fact I earn money for the four weeks rather than spend it (win win situation), I actually enjoy it.
The vast majority of the kids are little ones. I quite readily admit I wouldn't be able to teach them; I don't have the patience. The bigger and uglier the better as far as school is concerned. They are all considered 'in need' by social services - they may have a disability or need respite care. The only objective is to have fun. And trust me we do.
It has struck me that the simplest things are by far the most enjoyable.
Digging the biggest hole in the sand.
Building the tallest sandcastle.
Presenting me with a live crab for an extra 100 points. (My idea: little critter found on the edge of the beach. Their idea: massive thing blagged from the fishmonger).
Running through the woods.
Eating lunch together and chatting nicely.
Feeding farm animals.
Laughing out loud.
Learning to juggle.
What's so refreshing about all of this? Children being children. Aaahh.