Ride On! Katanning All Ages Playground

Katanning All Ages Playground is an astonishing playground in the south-west of Western Australia. In this post I will take you for a tour of the rides – but make sure you also check out the amazing slides in the previous post here.

[Never heard of Katanning? View directions and map here]

Everything in the playground is custom-made and designed by local craftspeople. No gaudy plastic: it’s steel all the way. And what they have done with that steel is little short of amazing.

Huge merry-go-round at Katanning All Ages Playground

[Click images to view full size – feel free to Pin them to Pinterest.]Big merry-go-round - side view

[My thanks to Tracey for telling me in a comment that this merry-go-round is known as “The Satellite” to Katanning locals]

So how does it work? The merry-go-round is balanced on an angled post of hefty ~100mm steel. The merry-go-round itself is supported by two large bearings, so it spins very smoothly. You get it spinning by running “up hill” so it spins in the opposite direction. Get it moving and it spins for ages. You can also spin it by hand while standing on the ground.

Continue reading

Playground Heaven: Katanning All Ages Playground

There’s a playground in Katanning, Western Australia. But it’s no ordinary playground. I heard an excited boy yell: “LOOK!!! It’s full of GINORMOUS slides!!!” as he sprinted towards them.

He wasn’t wrong. The Katanning All Ages Playground is amazing! [Never heard of Katanning? Click here for map]

It’s like this:Spiral slide at Katanning All Ages PlaygroundIsn’t this spiral slide fantastic?!
[click images to view full size – feel free to Pin them to Pinterest]

And this:Merry-go-round roundabout  at Katanning All Ages PlaygroundThis merry-go-round is powered by running “up hill” so it spins in the opposite direction. Get it moving and it spins for ages.

Continue reading

Not A Stick

Did you know that the humble stick has been inducted into the Toy Hall of Fame? Few toys have the open-ended possibilities of the stick, and yet in many schools and early childhood settings playing with sticks is forbidden.

I think that is a tragedy. Sticks are childhood, just as much as mud and puddles and cardboard boxes and sofa-cushion forts. To deny children stick-play is to deny them one of the most powerful tools of the imagination. A stick can be anything a child can imagine. Anything.

Recently my friend Karen from Flights of Whimsy challenged some of us ECE bloggers to write poems celebrating the stick as creative toy. Click here to read Karen’s powerful post, her own poem, and a poem by Candy (the talented writer of the Aunt Annie’s Childcare blog).

Here’s my own poem; it’s called:

Not A Stick

Hold this for me, Dad – it’s not a stick.
Really it’s a wizard’s staff,
And we will fight dragons together,
Heroes, side by side.

But wait, Dad – it’s not a wizard’s staff.
Really it’s a fishing rod,
And we will catch fish together,
And dangle our toes in the water.

No, no, you see, Dad – it’s not a fishing rod.
Really it’s a shining horse,
And we will ride races together,
As the earth shakes beneath our hooves.

Oh, I know, Dad – it’s not a shining horse.
Really it’s a hammer,
And we will build a house together
To keep us warm when the cold wind blows.

And the best thing, Dad – do you know the best thing?
Outside there are more sticks,
So many stories waiting to be told:
Let’s find out what they are.

We’ll write them together.

All images licensed under Creative Commons licenses. Mouse over each image for image credit and license details; click image to go to the original image source.

Bike+time+trust = learning to fly

 Toddler on Tricycle

It all starts here. Image source: Philippe Put. CC by 2.0. Click image for original source.

I wish I had had my camera with me, because just the other day I saw something extraordinary. Something so rare that I thought it was almost extinct. I was, frankly, both shocked and excited!

What was this rarity, this amazing vision? Picture this: I’m walking back from my local cafe/shopping strip on Main St in Osborne Park. An  inner-city suburb in Perth, Western Australia. I’m walking down Hutton St, a very busy main suburban feeder road that leads directly to the Mitchell Freeway entries a kilometre away. It’s around 4.30pm, so the rush hour has started and Hutton St is packed with cars, heading for the Freeway and home.

And then I saw it! Or should I say saw him. A young boy on a dazzling chrome and electric blue BMX bike came whizzing down Hutton St. He’s keeping up with the packed traffic, but he’s pumping hard on the pedals, out of his seat, and going for it.

A quick glance left and right, over both shoulders; then he sits back down on the seat, expertly signals for a left turn, lays the bike over and turns hard into my own street, Edward St. He’s still flying, and now he’s back onto the pedals and pumping hard again, and that’s where I lost sight of him. Extraordinary!

What’s so odd about that, you may say. Kids ride bikes don’t they? Well, do they? Or do they any more? And do they do it on their own, without mum or dad, on busy roads? They used to – Lord knows, I did when I was this boy’s age. But I simply cannot recall the last time I saw a kid – of any age – on a bike on Hutton St.

Continue reading

Swallows and Amazons – How Childhood Has Been Stolen From Our Children

For me, “Swallows and Amazons” is the greatest children’s adventure novel of all time.  But this is not exactly a review: it’s more about how our present generation of children has had their freedom and lives stolen from them by society’s excessive fears for their safety.  Swallows and Amazons is all about trusting young children to take sensible calculated risks – risks that children today are denied.

************************************************************************************************

“Better drowned than duffers if not duffers won’t drown.”

So reads the telegram that the Walker children have been waiting for, in Arthur Ransome’s 1930 children’s novel “Swallows and Amazons”.  It’s the tale of the perfect summer holiday; a summer the children spend sailing a small dinghy on ‘the lake’ in the English Lake District, camping on ‘Wild Cat Island’.

Swallows and Amazons cover

This image may be copyright. It is used under fair right provisions for educative purposes only.

That telegram is from their father, and it is a mark of trust. A trust that his children are not ‘duffers’.  That his children can be trusted to act sensibly and to take responsibility for their own actions.  Alone; without adults to tell them what to do or how to do it.  Adults exist in this book, but they are peripheral.  The children are the active agents: they are the ones calling the shots and making the decisions.

If I can think of one novel that has influenced me more than any other it is Swallows and Amazons.  It is a book I come back to, a book that bears repeated reading, a book that defines both me and how I view the world.  When I say ‘one novel’, I don’t mean ‘one children’s novel’.  I mean ‘one novel, period’.  This is the book.

It has profoundly affected my life – I’ve not done everything that happens in the book myself, but I’ve done a thousand similar things both as a child and as an adult that I attribute directly to the effect of this book.  I’ve camped in the wild as a child, I’ve fished for my dinner, and aged 10 I was sailing high-performance racing dinghies.

A little later I was doing serious rock-climbing and abseiling. And then surfing the massive waves of SW Australia.  I’ve kayaked in shark-infested waters (you haven’t lived until a shark longer than your kayak cruises slowly past and ignores you completely!)  And I’ve lain on my back in the remote deserts of Australia and marvelled at the glories of the night sky.

And I’ve done them all safely and responsibly, and I seriously doubt I would have done any of them without Swallows and Amazons, simply because the book tells children “you can do exciting stuff – so long as you are sensible about how you do it”.  And I took that message to heart, and it changed my life.

Continue reading

The Best Playground in Perth – the Naturescape

You would almost think this is a natural bush waterhole – but it isn’t.  It’s part of the new Rio Tinto Naturescape in Kings Park, Perth Western Australia.

Headwaters of Paperbark Creek

Headwaters of Paperbark Creek

This post is one of two simultaneous posts; the other is by fellow ECE blogger Niki Buchan of Precious Childhood.  We visited the Naturescape together and decided to release our blog posts at the same time.

We haven’t consulted at all with each other about the contents of the posts so it will be interesting to see our different takes on the Naturescape.  One thing I’m certain of: Niki is a much better photographer than I am but we share similar views on the importance of nature play and on supporting risk in play.

What’s this Naturescape thing, then?

The Naturescape (shh, don’t call it a playground) is a fantastic addition to Perth’s play opportunities for children of all ages. Entrance is free.

Opened in October 2011, the $10m, 60,000 sqm area is described as a place which  “invites children to immerse themselves in a natural environment doing what comes naturally – building cubbies, wading through creeks, climbing rocks, playing hide and seek and collecting bush treasures.”

It was opened by the Premier, Colin Barnett, who said: ”This is a wonderful playground area for children, a return to the old days where you can walk in the creek, play in the wetland, climb trees, get dirty, get your hands wet, even probably skin your knee.”

And in a first for me I find myself in complete agreement with Premier Barnett.  This is a wonderful playground! I have no hesitation in calling it the best playground in Perth.

Continue reading