Thursday, 31 July 2014

Health, Safety and Robin Hood

Hello and welcome back, if you didn't catch last weeks blog, find it on here and give it a read.

Since the last blog, i have had many people talking to me about their happy childhood, writing to me about the amazing things they would create with their dads out of rusty old nails and off-cuts from the shed, and the feeling that was being expressed was the same throughout, it was one of joy, simplicity and feeling connected.

The joy of limitless possibility as a child, the ability to rejoice in the simplest things, and the importance of being truly connected to your family. 

I wrote in my previous blog about how wonderful it was for me as a father to share the experience of making the go-cart, and playing on it with the children, but i am also very aware of how important it is to the children, that time of unconditional attention, passion ans creativity. 

It's amazing what we can see when we start looking in the memory banks of our childhood, there are the birthday and Christmas memories. Then  for some reason there are the short camping trips, a bike ride shared with your dad, a doll made by your mum, a tree house that was no more than a pallet nailed to a tree with a rope to climb up, but to you, as a child, it was your hideaway, your tree top den, you were robin hood and your garden was full of baddies hunting you down, so you tied a piece of string to a stick - a bow and arrow, and suddenly you were a woodland warrior, with the skill and accuracy to shoot an apple from atop a mans head from a hundred paces...


Which brings me on to a couple of slightly different comments i received about the go-cart. "no brakes? thats very dangerous", "it looks very fast, are you sure it's safe", or "yeah, my kids love playing go carts on the iPad"!!! These people are the ones who petitioned to take down the zip-wire in the local park because they hadn't seen adequate risk assessments, or they complained to the swimming pool staff because some children were laughing too loud.

What these people are missing, by a huge margin, is what is important about childhood, why adults can't understand childrens games, and why as parents, as soon as you limit a childs world with health and safety forms, risk assessments and red tape, you are removing that wonderful, magical world where anything is possible, and suddenly it's a world where most things are possible as long as it fits the given criteria  or fits on a screen, and we can't play fairies because daddy says they aren't real, and my teacher says that it's silly to want be an astronaut because i'll never manage it, instead i should dream of being an accountant in a big company with a good pension plan.........yawn.

Yesterday me and my two eldest boys made bows and arrows (see photo), we cut down the wood, carved the bows and strung them. then we made arrows, not plastic arrows with suckers on the end, these are dead straight wooden arrows, that fly a long way. Because Robin Hood never got the baddies with plastic arrows on an iPad.

What makes life so special as a child, is the ability to lose yourself in a world more exciting and dangerous than the one where you had to do maths and brush your teeth before bed. In those games, those worlds, you could be anyone, you could go anywhere, and anything was possible, dragons, princesses, spaceships, race cars and pirate ships.

I have recently been getting into many conversations about parenting, education and the uncertain future of our children. And people have been watching us as a family doing things a bit differently, so the curiosity about our methods has got the better of them. Most parents concerns are about education, and whether their child is doing well at school, whether they measure up well, and get the grades. 

Our approach is a little different. As parents we believe that it is our job to equip our children with the skills that we think will be necessary for their success as an adult. However rather that focus on the small, detailed content of a childs life, hoping that success in certain school subjects will enable great success. We focus on a bigger picture. So we are equipping our children with creativity, imagination, passion, freedom, empathy and love. 

When i share this with people they come back with all sorts of remarks, that come from a lack of confidence in what they believe, so they just go with the crowd, fit in, and hopefully no one will notice them if they don't stick their neck out. No, i don't care that my children aren't learning to use a computer, no i don't think that not having a tv means they are missing out, and I believe that if they want to be doctors or lawyers one day, then they will be equipped with the commitment, belief and passion to get there.

We believe that with these skills in their tool box, their future won't be an unfulfilling experience of being limited by quaifications, it will be one where anything is possible, because the tools they have, are the foundation of any success. But also we will equip them with the knowledge that happiness, love, generosity and fulfillment are the most important successes to aim for.

Friday, 11 July 2014

Go-Carting back to a simpler time.

Hello All,

My previous comeback into blogging was about as successful as Lance Armstrongs cycling comeback (minus the drugs, lies and bribes). Anyway, it fell firmly on its backside and never took off.

So this is now comeback Part II, and this time it will be for good.

This blog will still follow the old format, how to live a life that inspires, pushes boundaries and challenges the status quo, and also a glimpse into how we are doing this ourselves down in glorious Devon. I’ll try and post a blog each week, sometimes it will be more, sometimes less, as I’m sure you can appreciate life is busy.

Much has happened in the Daly Life since i last regularly blogged, we've had births, marriages, deaths, new careers and travelling Europe in a van with the 4 little children, but more about that another time.

Most important of all, is that this week has we made a go cart!! This isn't your usual, run of the mill, off the shelf, self assembly kit. This is the real deal. no new parts, no health and safety notices or instructions. Everything was salvaged from the collossal pile of crap that is slowly taking over the barn.


The discovery of an old Silvercross pram provided the inspiration, along with the chassis and wheels. The rest has been lashed together, i mean lovingly crafted out of mostly wood. The wheel arches are made from an old set of shelves, the floor an old pallet, the steering column a piece of 2x2 salvaged from the bathroom refurb, and a steering mechanism so clever that Enzo Ferrari himself would have been proud of its creation.

It is a tribute to any man who has filled his shed with things that to anyone else look useless, but he just knows, somewhere deep inside his soul that they will fulfill an important purpose one day. I knew i couldn't explain it at the time, but hanging on to that old rusty childs bike wasn't just a way of procrastinating a trip to the tip, it was a calling, something told me that its components would one day find their destiny. And sure enough, the front wheel is now the proud steering wheel of a magnificent machine.

And as a dad, when we see these parts together, the old, timed stained wood, rusty bolts, frayed rope, tarnished hinges, we just know that something fantastic can be created, suddenly we are an inventor, a mechanic, an engineer and a technician. Suddenly we are Einstein with a rusty screwdriver and a workmate.

This was it for me, a tick off my bucket list, a real, proper dad project. It may seem funny to those who aren't parents themselves, but it really gave me a sense of purpose as a father, it fulfilled something deep inside. The children were absolutely engrossed in every second of the project, and the happiness on their face when it was their turn to drill a hole, or screw in a screw, was completely priceless.


It really took me back to what's important, none of the skills involved were learnt at school, i didn't have a GCSE in wooden steering columns and silvercross turning circles. It was all skills learnt from my father, from watching him build things when i was a child, and it took creativity,


it took thinking outside the box, using what you've got not letting obstacles stop you from achieving your goal, things that are now being lost in childhood to iPads, TV's and smartphones.

I knew as soon as it was finished that it would create memories that would never be forgotten, memories that our children will call upon when they are parents, when they lose a sense of direction and family life gets on top of them, they can think back, and remember that feeling of riding down the farm track on a go cart they had built with dad, from bits discarded as junk, and remember that it's those times that make it all worth while.

It's amazing what can be created from a pile of old junk.