Today was a busy, do-it kind of day, as opposed to yesterday’s nothing kind of day.
First off yahoo, the sun came out!!!! so it was time to scoop the leaves out of the pool to prepare for summer fun. 320 more words
Strolling with my canine partners around the Bedales estate on these fresh May early mornings and starting to absorb the thoughts on nationhood and nationality springing from the election’s aftermath, I can’t help thinking about a particular kind of Englishness – one that beats no drum and certainly wouldn’t harm a fly – a timeless, pastoral Englishness that gripped Edward Thomas and Hardy (Dorset, not kiss me..) and that Shakespeare tapped into so brilliantly. 465 more words
Catching the immediate aftermath of a Jacob’s lamb’s birth at 6.30 this morning and seeing the careful advice tendered by Andrew Martin (Head of Outdoor Work) to the student helping him (hold the lamb by the back legs and at its mother’s head height), I find myself yet more inclined to write about the things that schools usually do not do, rather than what they generally do do. 637 more words