In response to a question at this year’s Annual Parish Meeting, champion motorcyclist Steve Plater agreed in public that the state of our local roads was a disgrace and potentially a matter of life and death. “Don’t get me started” he said, but encouraged by the positive reaction in the primary school hall, he did just that, criticising Lincolnshire County Council Highways Department’s apparent indifference.
This year’s meeting had got off to a heart-warming start at the Primary School Hall, as a small but excited group of younger children sang songs that many will remember with affection from their own schooldays. Most of the audience joined in, before taking part in a new venture – the village bake-off, scoffing delicious tray bakes and marking them out of ten. The outright winner was Jill Hilton and there was no shortage of scrummy leftovers taken home after the meeting. Continue reading →
A few weeks ago I wrote on my own blog about my first experience of going to school in London. It has gone down pretty well, (lots of follow-up comments,) so it occurs to me that we might collect and publish similar memories from our community, no matter where you went to school. Or perhaps your children went to school here?
I am sitting at a desk in a room with a lot of other kids, many of whom are crying, and I am wondering why they are upset. The room has a blackboard at the front and the walls are decorated with brightly coloured pictures. Out of the windows I see a field, with houses in the distance. On each desk is a slate, in a wooden frame, with a kind of pencil made of stone or something. Some kids seem to know what these are for, and are using the strange pencils to scribble on the slates.Continue reading →