• librarystcyresI spent the day talking to the year sevens at St Cyres Comprehenasive School, Penarth nr Cardiff yesterday. The school is split over two sites, being an amalgamation of two schools. Eventually a new school will be built and everyone will go to the same building.

    Both sites are certainly showing their age and, if they are going to be demolished, it’s obviously not worth investing much in the buildings. On the St Cyres site I was attracted by the old signs on some of the doors. This is a picture of the Library door – now it is known as the Learning Resources Centre and has as much space for technology as it has for books – reflecting the way we all research these days. The Polystyrene letters are very 1960s. They’ve been painted over several times and the letter A has been bashed, but the sign still works, even if the name of the room has changed.
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    I was amused by the sign that greets you as you enter the school. I mentioned it as a starting point for a story – maybe richer parents have started taking their children to school in helicopters?

    I find it interesting visiting Welsh schools. They have been moving away from the pressurised English curriculum and constant testing for two or three years now. I do sense a different atmosphere in Welsh schools. Everyone seems more relaxed and happier and children are there to learn and not to meet targets. When will we go back to educating our children in England and stop this ridiculous pursuit of targets that are only there to produce statistics whose only purpose is to be massaged to make politicians look good?


  • longtailedtitI’m not saying that I sense green shoots, but the birds definitely think that spring is on it’s way.

    A flock of twenty or so long-tailed tits just breezed through the hedge outside my window. They are usually quite nervous, but this one came really close to the window and stopped long enough for me to take a picture.

    They are such pretty birds, they always lighten my heart when I see them. Usually they flit around in groups working the hegerows, never satisfied, always moving on. Don’t blink or you’ll miss them.


  • I had a great day, my sore throat not withstanding, at Stockingford Infants, who wanted to do some writing! I worked with three year one classes – I know, that’s a big infants school!

    The children chose an animal and we got to work building up stories about them. In the first we had a “Mr Motivator” Giraffe, that wanted everyone to bend and stretch. But all the other animals got bored and went away, so it was only the Giraffe that ended up stretched.

    In the second class we had a swimming tiger who met his match at sea when he encountered a shark. I’ve thought about this since and would like to ditch the tiger and make it a tiger fish, if there is a such a thing. It would make the story more logical – but hey, that’s how the process goes.
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    Our third class went off at a tangent! We wanted to write about Guinea Pigs, but there’s not a lot to write about Guinea Pigs – I know, I’ve tried to do it before. We ended up with a wonderful love story that made everyone go Ah! Even the boys liked it! I’m still not sure about the Guinea Pigs, but they are cute, aren’t they? Maybe if I just tinkered about with the plot a bit…