PGL - June 2015

Last week, Years 5 & 6 visited Dorset for their week long residential trip. 

We had a brilliant week, taking part in a great range of activities.  As is always the case, the behaviour of our children was second to none.

Exceptional Writing

Over the last 18 months, the quality of writing produced by our children has gone from strength to strength.  There is an increased confidence and maturity about the writing produced and I have been really impressed with the standard of writing across the school.

Last week, Oscar and Callum in Year 6 emailed me some examples of the narrative writing they have been producing.  Please read extracts of their work below:

A NEWFOUND FRIEND

Ellie stood behind me, trembling and pleading me to leave the deserted horror we were blindly facing. I felt my hand also shuddering with the rising fear, burning my insides but then I turned the corner after moments of life-threatening hesitation. Finally, I too felt we had to go home to mother; she’d be worried sick by now. As I left, the fear trickled out of me as a wave of relief entered and took over my mind…

When we reached the broken down cottage that we called home, Ellie and I were both panting. I followed the cobbled path as it swayed around the elegant beech trees, glistening leaves gliding swiftly to the floor around my very feet.

Seeing the door slamming itself on the wall in the wind was a horrifying surprise. We decided to go and check if mother was ok. Slowly and cautiously, we entered the wreck. Floorboards creaked. The moon sparkled. Worry filled my body. Ellie was now clenching my hand with her tightest grip; although I couldn’t feel my hand, I knew she was there, I could hear her teeth chattering.

 

Callum Oliver

WHEN FROST FREEZES

A man in a black tuxedo slowly walked down his stairs. He was cold-hearted. His face was scarce of emotion. This man, was Thierry Zidane. Thierry starred in many films and had earned billions of euros in the process. However, Thierry Zidane was no ordinary actor as they were about to find out.

A bald headed man was awaiting him at the bottom of the never ending stairs holding out a glass of shandy. A black Land Rover pulled up in the pebble stone drive “He’s ready to do business sir” the bald headed man murmured.

Oscar Frost

Looking forward to reading more from both of you!  

Well done boys.