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Follow these instructions to learn how to make our very own DIY watercolour paint pucks from supplies found in your kitchen!

Supplies:

  • – 4 tbsp baking soda
  • – 2 tbsp vinegar
  • – ½ tsp light corn syrup (or golden corn syrup)
  • – 2 tbsp cornstarch
  • – Food colouring
  • – Ice cube tray, mini muffin tin or palette

Instructions:

  1. Start by mixing the baking soda and vinegar together in a measuring cup (or bowl) and wait for the fizzing to stop.
  2. Next add the corn syrup and cornstarch to your mixture. Mix until the cornstarch has completely dissolved.
  3. Pour into your palette.

NOTE: Your mixture will be VERY thick! Don’t panic and keep stirring. To prevent your mixture from turning into a solid, keep mixing it.

  1. Add 4-8 drops of food colouring (depending on how vibrant you want your paint) to the mixture and stir in with a toothpick or popsicle stick. Remember to mix well!
  2. Let your paint dry completely! This may take a couple days and is dependent on your environment. Once dry you are now ready to paint!
  3. Store your DIY watercolour paint as is (uncovered) so the added water can evaporate and the pucks will be ready to use again.

*Don’t forget to share your completed project on Facebook or Instagram! Tag @HomerWatsonHouse and #HomersStayAtHomeCamp

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The Loch Doon area was memorialized in celebrated Scottish poet, Robert Burns piece “Ye banks and braes O’ bonnie Doon”

Ye banks and braes o’ bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu’ o’ care?
Thou’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o’ departed joys,
Departed, never to return.

Aft hae I rov’d by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o’ its love,
And fondly sae did I o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover stole my rose,
But, ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.