This week I’m working on the on-site newspaper at WINGS2014, an international camp being held in Windsor. Read my contributions to Wednesday’s edition here.
This week I’m working on the on-site newspaper at WINGS2014, an international camp being held in Windsor. Read my contributions to Monday’s edition here.
This week I’m working on the on-site newspaper at WINGS2014, an international camp being held in Windsor. Read my contributions for today’s edition here.
I am sat in the back of a taxi, my passport still in my pocket, my shoulder still aching from the weight of carrying so much hand-baggage. Blighty, I’m home… but not for long.
This afternoon, I joined a party from St Luke’s in our latest theatre outing, this time watching a matinee performance of Agatha Christie’s perpetually popular murder-mystery play, The Mousetrap, at Wycombe Swan.
There’s a new beast lurking in the waters around historic Windsor. Big and bright yellow, it’s not exactly difficult to spot – everywhere it goes, it attracts the attention of the people it passes. And not just when it’s on the Thames, but when it’s on the land too; it can both swim and crawl.
In this, the tenth anniversary concert of Taplow Choirs, there were all of the organisation’s traditions. As usual, a broad programme carried an eclectic range of music, from sacred to spiritual. A possibly slightly ill-rehearsed dance, to a lively African number, nonetheless attracted huge applause. And, as ever, parents fanned themselves madly; a vain attempt to relieve themselves of the insane heat.
A fantastic finale to our time at Furze Platt, the Prom did one especially brilliant thing: it cleared the air. In the dying days of Year 13, the usual strong sense of community had somewhat collapsed. Tonight, though, it was very much alive and well.