Oak Tree at Celtic Harmony Camp

The End of Games

Roundhouse at Celtic Harmony CampI’m suffering rather from Olympic withdrawal already over here – it’s much harder to procrastinate over revisions if I can’t just skip over to the BBC website to check on our medal progress. Even the glorious sunshine we’ve experienced over the last week has faded away, as if the weather itself is feeling a bit grey now everything’s over.

But the Olympics weren’t the only Games coming to a close yesterday. At Celtic Harmony camp, not very far from us, their Celtic games ended in a welter of races and displays and crafts and sunshiny fun – and we were lucky enough to be there to share it, even if we couldn’t make the closing ceremony at the Olympic stadium.

Grinding flour at Celtic Harmony CampCeltic Harmony “aims to promote a better understanding & appreciation of the natural world through the ancient Celtic culture,” according to the website. As a huge fan of everything Celtic, of course I love it. Plus? It has roundhouses. Who doesn’t love a good roundhouse?

The daughter had a wonderful time, grinding her own flour to make into salt dough, which she then shaped into an arrow head and had cooked over an open fire. She ran in the under sixes race, she helped her Dad whittle a whistle, she explored the woods, sewed a bag and decorated it with feathers, made a magic wand and an Olympic torch. And she got to play in a huge sandpit, which was of course the best bit.

Celtic Harmony CampI got to sit under a huge oak tree, decorated with ribbons, and listen to tales of Celtic heroes, accompanied by fire breathing. I watched weapons displays, listened to drumming, and saw owls soaring overhead. And then I came home, ate a fantastic curry cooked by the husband, and watched the closing ceremony and cheered for Eric Idle.

All in all, it was a wonderful summer’s day. Quite honestly, all this appreciation of our heritage, our capital, our sporting stars, our nation’s pride has me feeling that this is a very, very good time to be British.