Year 6 had a fabulously sunny day out in Littlehampton. After all the hard work putting on our summer play, this was just what we needed. The children behaved brilliantly all day long ( ok, maybe a few don’t seem to quite understand that their knees aren’t on their shoulders… the paddling instructions!!!) and we are all hugely grateful to the lovely volunteer drivers.
What a great way to celebrate the end of primary school.
Who knew there was a dress code in Year 6 this week!!
Y6 had a magical trip to Brownings Farm this week, just on the outskirts of Kirdford. We had some lovely walks through the fields and woods, enjoyed watching the cows ( and huge bull) enter the fields, learnt about sustainability ( the farm has its own wind turbine) and saw some buildings left from when Canadian troops were stationed there during WW2. Huge thanks to Mr Nicholls and Mrs Allfrey for all their help in making this a lovely trip. Thanks, too, as always, to our wonderful Mrs Griggs, and also to Adam, our work experience student and former pupil.
On a personal note, I want to thank this amazing group of children for being such fun to teach this year. You have made me laugh out load many times and are just fabulous company. Surprising me in the woods today, with birthday-related lemon drizzle cake for all of us, is a moment I will never forget. Thank you! Xx
Year 6 are working really hard at their rehearsals. I kindly request that all costumes come into school by Wednesday 6 July please. Also, please could parents help children rehearse their lines over these final few days - we would be really grateful for this.
Bikeability starts on Monday which should be good fun. On Thursday, we have our trip to Brownings Farm - children to arrive 9.20 -9.30, and to be collected at 3.00 please. I would be really grateful if all children could be collected on time. Many thanks.
Finally…. I pointed out to the children that yesterday was their last ever Thursday at this school! Gulp!!!
Year 6 decided the environmental area needed a proper tidy up this week and, as a result, we have spent a few mornings down there chopping down brambles, pulling up weeds and generally giving it a make over. Today, the log circle returns to life and we are feeling very pleased with ourselves!!!
As Bruce would say, ‘Didn’t we do well?’
We are due to get back at 2-50. Please spread the word.
And a fab time was had by all!!!
Everyone slept well again last night - we have had ridiculously huge breakfasts and are about to start our morning activities ( trapeze, Jacob’s ladder etc etc, depending upon which group you’re in).
Packing the suitcases was ‘interesting’… I make no apology for the fact that some parents might need to sift through each item, carefully removing bits of soggy crisp and half chewed Moam! Bleurrgghhhh…
Beds have been stripped and all linen removed - another interesting experience - trying to explain which bits were bed ‘linen’ and which bits were ‘bed’… at one point, one of the ‘boy cabins’ were attempting to remove mattresses etc!!!
We will take our packed lunches onto the ferry to eat there. I’ll try to add a final blog or two as the day goes on.
If I forget to mention this later, however, your children have all been completely fantastic, great company, gutsy, funny, kind… and a joy to spend time with. Xx
It’s Isla White …. Geddit?!
Even more screaming!!
Sooooooo much screaming. My ears hurt!!!
We’ve had a lovely morning so far. We had some team games first thing, followed by trapeze fir some and sensory trail for others.
This afternoon, we all have a go on … the giant swing!!!
Morning!!!!! Have just gone round to the cabins to wake them up. Not a peep out of anyone all night and now we’re getting ready for breakfast.
Today , we have Trapeze, Giant Swing and Jacob’s Ladder, amongst other activities, depending upon which group you’re in.
Right -I’d better go and get them lined up!
Says Toad!!
Everyone now out kayaking in the beautiful sunshine. What a lovely, colourful afternoon!
We are all safely on the island, having managed to get an earlier ferry. Everybody is tip top, having eaten their lunch at 11.30!!! We spoke to a headmaster on the ferry who had lost his whole school party ( he had driven - the school were on a coach which was late and missed the ferry!!). Mr King would never do such a thing!
We are in St Lawrence cabins and our PGL ‘buddy’ is called Kat.
Year 6 have worked their socks off this week sitting their SATs. We are all enormously proud of them. All we ever asked was for them to try their hardest and they most certainly did that.
Well done, Year Six. (Can I get out of this ridiculous costume yet??) x
This is what we do before the SATs. A bit of quick revision, and then some serious dancing to various hits from the 80s!
That’s normal, right?
Year 6 have returned to school after their Easter break full of determination! We know we have to work really hard for the next few weeks so that we can show what we have achieved at primary school. Equally, we know we have lots of exciting things to look forward to straight afterwards, including PGL, our play, a trip to Littlehampton, Bikeability and much, much more.
One final push, Year Six! We are all really proud of you!
Year 6 children are working really hard at the moment. On Tuesday and Wednesday lunchtimes, some pupils who are all working at a similar level are spending half an hour at SPaG club!!! This is really starting to have an effect and we are super proud of their hard work. The upside is that they do get ‘bonus biscuits’ as a treat!! Well done, SPaG club gang!
I wanted to share with you here some fabulous writing from one of our Year 6 children. The carefully, deliberately chosen language used to describe the main character and the setting is wonderful.
This is the standard we should all aspire to achieve. Aim high!
The Day the Birds Came by Hannah L
I was a statue. A flamingo statue. Salmon pink with spindly wire legs and a vibrant orange beak. My eyes were glass with sky blue rings around a pitch black pupil. My name was ‘flamingo by the penguins’. I was all of this; a dull metal statue - before today. Today out of absolutely nowhere I was freed. My legs began to wobble and I put my second wire leg on the sandy floor after fifteen years of keeping that tiresome pose. I stretched my wings out feeling like I’d just woken up from a deep sleep. People began to point and stare.
“The flamingos, they’re coming to life!” one mother screamed. She ushered her children into the gift shop; staring intently at us, shaking her head and mumbling under her breath.
We sprinted for hours on end, only stopping for brief water breaks. We were tired and cold; unused to the drizzle of the English countryside. Though the weather stayed stormy we ran on, the leader of the flock guiding us all the way. She said she knew where we were going. She said we had a plan. I was unsure.
Despite the encouraging chatter from the rest of the group, I did not like this plan- whatever it may be- but I went along anyway. As we entered a small rural village my brain began to whirr. I remembered things, things from before, before my years of captivity. This was my home. I lived in the woodlands by the school, yes it was all coming back to me. I was a small chick scared and alone until this child found me. She told me I was safe. And I was- until she left. Poor Caroline. She was such a sweet child, but then why did she leave? I was so confused. I was a small chick, scared and alone once more.
I blinked hard, trying to erase part of my memory but she stood there firm, desperate not to be forgotten. I strode forwards, past the woodlands, then I stopped. We were here, outside Caroline’s house. Maybe she still lived here. I didn’t have the nerve to find out. I stomped forward, a plan forming in my head. We headed to Caroline’s old school, past the pond where we would feed the ducks. My eyes watered and as I tried not to cry, I felt a soft warm hand close around my neck. “Caroline?”
Caroline didn’t reply but she bent down into my feathers and I could tell she was crying. So, Caroline hopped on and again, we ran, back past the pond and into the woods. Hiding behind an ivy curtain - which I pushed back with my beak - there was our way out of here. A rusty old flying mobile big enough for 30 flamingoes.
Off we flew, higher and higher until the village was an ant-sized blur. The pilot, a flamingo named Mol, was steering us up, up and away. Suddenly, we reared to the side and we all slid down, holding on for our life. After five hours, we were all tired and feeling ever so slightly sick. I looked down and saw that we were over the ocean. The Pacific Ocean according to Mol. After several days of ocean, land, ocean, land, Mol announced that we were at our destination. I peered down to see that we were back where we had started. I was furious! Why had we gone halfway round the world when we would end up here? Mol led us round into the school and up into the attic. We began work immediately. Making beds with sheets from Caroline’s house and using cushions and books for tables and chairs. At long last, we had a place to call home. “Feathery”, Caroline asked. Feathery was her name for me. “Can I be like you?”
“What do you mean?”, I asked.
“I want to be a flamingo. A flamingo with pink feathers and a yellow beak and…”
“Ok, Ok, I get it.”
And with a click of my fingers, Caronline was no longer Caroline, she was a flamingo.
So, here we are now, living in the attic and catching fish when necessary. Caroline is happy and so are we all. This is our ending.