Every so often, my kids do something that stuns me. And more often than not it’s got something to do with their powers of recollection. Saturday was one of those moments.
Whilst explaining to Heather why the sun is rising earlier in the morning recently – and I went for a rather scientific explanation, involving a description of the Earth orbiting the Sun, with her playing the part of the Sun, Teddy being the Earth and the way Teddy was facing representing the Earth’s tilt – I dropped into conversation that I would be out most of the rest of the day.
The rest of the conversation went like this…
H: Where are you going?
Me: I’m going with Grandpa, Grandad and Uncle Ian to visit a distillery, where they make whisky
H: I’ve been there before
Me: Well, it’s a different one, but you did visit a distillery. Do you remember where it was?
H: It was near the Giant’s rocks. I’d like to go there again, we might see the giant this time
She was, of course, spot on . We were in Ireland for a family wedding about 18 months ago, and made a holiday of it. One day, we drove from Donegal up to the Giant’s Causeway, and then along the coast a bit to Bushmills distillery. My mum looked after the girls while the rest of us went for the tour round the distillery. It was a good day.
I wasn’t surprised she remembered it, it was the detail of her answer that surprised me – I was expecting “Ireland” as her answer to where it was, and her remembering not only that Bushmills was near the Giant’s Causeway, but also that we went there on the same day, went way beyond that. Frighteningly far beyond that, if I’m being honest. That was one day, over a third of her life ago! How can she remember the details like that?
I don’t know if that level of recollection is normal or not, but I do know I had a similar memory as a child. And to a certain extent still do – they don’t call me “Random Crap Fact Boy” for no reason! And believe me, I do get called that – I have the t-shirt to prove it and everything
So maybe she has inherited my powers of recollection. From an educational, and future pub quiz, point of view, that is definitely a good thing, and something that’s going to help her out as she grows up. Doesn’t make it any less amazing though.
Saturday’s distillery tour, incidentally, was at Glengoyne Distillery, and was fantastic. As well as the tour, which was better than the Bushmills one, we got to produce our own, unique whisky blend. For fairly obvious reasons, I named mine Megheath. I’ve yet to sample it (there’s only 100ml so I’m saving it for a special occasion) but it smells pretty good, if I do say so myself. A highly recommended day out.
And as for the makeshift, Teddy and child based orrery, it went down so well I had to do a repeat performance on Sunday morning. Have now promised we’ll visit a proper planetarium soon. Smart cookie, that one