Goodbye to All That

Life appears to be going especially fast, as this term comes to an end. It's Beri's last term at Nursery, so after Easter he will be going full time. And next term is Sid's last at playgroup, so I will have to start thinking about a third set of school uniform.

This morning we were all invited to an open day at Forest School, to see what Beri had been up to. We found a forest glade, with nooks and crannies all around in the greenery, a tarpaulin shelter rigged between two trees, a fire with marshmallow on sticks and popcorn in a popper on a very long handle, the occasional newly planted tree, goats on one side and a view across the Chess valley on the other.

We watched Beri happily dive off into the woods, playing fabulous make-believe games (that said, for all I know they may actually have been building Noah's Ark) and skitter back for the occasional piece of popcorn. It was abundantly clear that what Forest School had done for him, and all the children born late in the academic year, was give them a gang - people they can rely on during their only term in Reception. Phew, eh?

Jeremy is going to be at home the next couple of days tiling the utility room floor, and waiting to hear about interviews. Keep your fingers crossed.