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A weekend of Remembrance and a trip to Stourhead in reflection




A weekend of Remembrance and a trip to Stourhead in reflection
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Friday’s Remembrance assembly was, for many, one of the most moving, poignant and inspiring gatherings with children in a long time. The music, the sermon, the recitals from the children, the prayers and a violin solo played by Miss Sayles, made for a very emotional start to the Remembrance weekend.

On Sunday, the boarders headed up to Bruton to be a part of the town procession through the streets, with two of our children laying a wreath in the town square. It was a lovely service, with hundreds of people gathering to remember those who have lost their lives in the World Wars and conflicts since. The children were both respectful and appreciated the sense of occasion.

When we returned to school, we had an hour until our scrumptious lunch. The children enjoyed the sunshine on the bikes, whilst others swam, or played in the sports hall. After lunch, we donned our wellies and coats and headed off to the Stourhead National Trust gardens, for an autumn walk and photography competition.

As we arrived, the heavens open and the children cowed in the buses; but our crossed fingers apparently did the trick and the sun came out in all its glory and shone brightly on the autumn leaves. We walked the grounds in small groups, taking hundreds of photos of the stunning garden. A warm cup of hot chocolate awaited us at the end of the walk and after that, we then headed back to school – in the pouring rain, for letter writing and supper.

It was the perfect activity to spend, reflecting on the wonders of the world around us; and the children were able to slow down a little and enjoy life at an amble! (which is no bad thing after a busy week).
Mr Schreiber.

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