Friday, 17 October 2014

Death by emulsion!!! ;-)

 I have a newly decorated 'classroom' at

'Sally Hall Tuition' !! 

It's all thanks to Mr Snippets...who hates decorating! LOL ;-)

I chose a very pale lemon for the walls and this sets off my

beautiful Eileen Soper prints, perfectly.

I chose some lovely cream and gold frames ( distressed

and absolutely perfect!!)

This room had never been decorated since the day we moved in, in 2001.

'I won't be doing it again in my lifetime,' were the words

that he uttered, a few days ago, whilst brandishing a paintbrush,

as if he wanted to attack someone!

(Death by emulsion!!) ;-) ;-)

But it's all come together, really well;  Mr Snippets, beavered away

and he worked like a trojan every day, for a number of days.

I love it!

I feel very inspired being in my lovely room; I only hope that the children do too!

I have all sorts of interesting things in my room.

As a classroom teacher, I loved doing art and craft with my classes; 

I loved displaying children's work to its best;

I loved creating an inspiring environment, in which to work

 I miss all of that.

Mustn't forget the tea tray!! A vital piece of equipment

for every teacher!!

I have little 'snippets' of my own children in my room too.

Helen and Nich are both examples of what hard work can achieve

and I am mighty proud of them and how they have grown into

such wonderful adults. 

They each inspire me in their own way.

For anyone who doesn't know, I am a private tutor based in South Devon

 and I teach English to children of

primary school and secondary school age.

You can find me here .

So that's it... Blu Tack is now banned!

Oh... and I would offer to hire out Mr Snippets

as he's done a fantastic job but...well

I want to live long enough to teach many more lessons

in my fab room!

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

The pleasure of poetry ;-)

Today, I found the loveliest book.

Packed with poetry and inspiring illustrations, I knew

that it would make a great addition to the resources

in my teaching room.

I've always enjoyed poetry;

I often think that it's such a shame

that so many children have a dislike for this type of writing.

During the past few years, I have found that many of my pupils

 have to study war poetry more than any other type

of poetry. I can honestly

 say that we have certainly 'done it to death'. 

I'm not saying that war poetry doesn't have a place

in the curriculum. Yet, however thought provoking

this type of poetry can be, there are also

so many other themes and subjects that could be studied

and these are often overlooked.

Introduced in the right way, I am sure that poetry could

be made far more enjoyable...especially

as poetry has to be studied, in depth, at GCSE.

I spotted this lovely book in The National Trust shop...a bargain at

a very well, reduced price!

Monday, 15 September 2014

'It's a wonderful place, the moor....'

'It's a wonderful place, the moor,' he said, 'such wonderful secrets. 

It's so large and mysterious.'

These words, so very true, uttered by Stapleton, from

 'The Hound of the Baskervilles', 

which just happens to be one my favourite books.

"It's a wonderful place, the moor," he said, "such wonderful secrets. It's so large and so mysterious

Whatever the weather, the drive across Dartmoor 

is one of the most beautiful in the country.

You can quite understand why the artist William Widgery and his son,

 Frederick John, felt so inspired to produce such wonderful paintings.

We often do this lovely journey to Tavistock...and each journey 

is a real treat.

And finally, one of my favourite extracts from the said book, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle:

'The wagonette swung round into a side road, and we curved upward

 through deep lanes worn by centuries of wheels, high banks on either side,

 heavy with dripping moss and fleshy hart's-tongue ferns.

 Bronzing bracken and mottled bramble gleamed in the light of

 the sinking sun. Still steadily rising, we passed over a narrow

 granite bridge and skirted a noisy stream which gushed swiftly down, 

foaming and roaring amid the gray boulders. 

Both road and stream wound up through a valley dense 

with scrub oak and fir. At every turn, Baskerville gave an exclamation of delight, 

looking eagerly about him and asking countless questions. 

To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy

 lay upon the countryside, which bore so clearly the mark 

of the waning year. Yellow leaves carpeted the lanes and fluttered 

down upon us as we passed. '

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Getting around...

Here's my dear Mr Snippets waiting patiently to wave his flag

at the South Devon stage of 'The Tour of Britain'! ;-)

We're in Bovey Tracey...and here they are...whizzing by!

Luckily, we didn't have to go far from home to watch this part of the race.

But we did venture a little further, last week....across to North Cornwall.

First stop...Cowslip!

It's always a pleasure to partake in a cuppa and cake, at this delightful spot.

A wander around is just enough to cleanse the soul!

'A thing of beauty is a joy for ever', as Keats once wrote.

It all brings a smile to my face, that's for sure!


Simply beautiful!

The next day:

We find ourselves in Tintagel. 

It's a pretty little place; a sort of cross between Totnes and Glastonbury with

various things ethereal and a touch of magic about it!

Well, that's what I think!

This is The Old Post Office

It's now owned by The National Trust

Built in the 14th Century as a yeoman's farmhouse, it's name

dates from Victorian times, when it briefly held a licence

to be a letter receiving station.

Set outside in the wall is a Victorian letter box, dating back to 1857.

We enter... and then exit and we discover a hidden delight

 at the back of the property.


That done, we walk to the Camelot Castle Hotel, which overlooks the

stunning, rugged coastline of North Cornwall and, of course, 

the iconic Tintagel Castle.

On Sunday , we continue our tour and here we are in Boscastle.

We all know the story of how Boscastle was hit by that terrible

flash flood, ten years ago.

Today, all is quiet and very serene; the sky is blue and the sun beats down.

It's a perfect day.

It's a lazy day for us... after a wander around Boscastle, 

we have Sunday lunch and then an afternoon walk at a place

called Bossiney.

We catch sight of this old Sun Fire Office fire insurance sign, on

this old building.

These signs were put up to show that the said building was insured against fire;

each insurance company being identified by its own particular emblem.

How about this for blue sea and sky? ;-)

It's not a bad life! ;-)