WINGS2014: My Stories in Today’s Paper – 6 August 2014
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.
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WINGS2014: My Stories in Today’s Paper – 5 August 2014
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.
WINGS2014: My Stories in Today’s Paper – 4 August 2014
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.
Express Check-In: I’m Home, But Not For Long – 2 August 2014
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.
All Aboard the Windsor Duck Tour – 29 June 2014
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.
Taplow At Ten: A Decade-Long Choral Tradition – 28 June 2014
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.
FPSS Year 13 Prom – 23 June 2014
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.
My Late‑eenth Birthday – 22 June 2014
A birthday in late-April is no time to hold a celebration (examinations begin in the early weeks of May), but two months on, my late eighteenth birthday party was blessed with wonderful weather.
Five years after the family hosted an evening boat party to mark Mum’s 50th and Harriet’s 18th, I picked this Sunday afternoon to hold my very own. With me engrossed in revision, Dad had done the vast majority of the organising, although I came up with the finer details: deciding on the menu, compiling the playlist, and suggesting a ‘Henley’ dress code.
