France 2025 - Day Four
Day 4 – Bed Hair, Big Waves and the Bittersweet Goodbye
Yet again, all children had been sound asleep within a short time of going to their rooms. Our final morning arrived with a bang. With so much to do: eat breakfast, clean rooms, pack bags, clean rooms again after discovering someone had “forgotten” about their sock pile, we were up bright and early. This level of chaos finally triggered something we’ve been waiting for all week…Yes, that's right parents, we finally had bed hair! It was glorious. Messy. Gravity-defying. Beautiful. And it wasn’t a staff member.
One forgetful young man, who will remain nameless (but is very familiar with losing things at home and school), declared proudly that he was going to “pat himself down” before leaving the room to make sure he had everything. He did a full body-check like he was heading through airport security and we’re pleased to report: no forgotten room keys, socks or dignity. What marvellous attention to detail from that young man. However, later in the day another pupil admitted that he had managed to lose one ring (expensive; from the market), his goggles in the swimming pool, and a third thing which at this point became vague…. A brief discussion about looking after our possessions fell on deaf ears, as things just “disappear”. We’ve all been there. Car keys, work diaries, mobile phones….
Swimming – Like Nemo, but Louder
Then came the swimming.
Interestingly, on the way to the pool we were met with one curious query:
“Wait… are the boys swimming with the girls?”
Yes. Yes, they are. There is no secret boys-only pool hidden behind a velvet curtain.
Wow. This pool wasn’t just a pool, it was a full-on aquatic adventure zone. The wave machine alone had us questioning if we were still in France or had been swept out to sea. These weren’t your polite holiday waves; these were “grab your goggles and scream” waves. One of our veteran visitors from last year smirked knowingly and floated into position… seconds later, a giant curtain of water collapsed from above onto a group of unsuspecting Year 6s. He was very pleased with himself. Last year we were somewhat taken by surprise at this pool, as it was our first visit, and despite the prior risk assessment trip by some of the team, we had not been aware of quite how violent the wave machine was. This year we were fully prepared, and all of your children were kept back behind the rope in the less deep part, with only Year 6 staff and a volunteer member risking certain drowning in the fathomless end. They stood (well, thrashed around) in a line like rugby defenders; even the bravest Year 6 lad would not dared to have breached that rope.
The pool fun lasted long enough to forge great memories. One girl adopted our inflatable Nemo and spent the day gliding like a chilled-out starfish, while others zipped down flumes, belly-flopped into the waves, and generally made memories that will be talked about long after the clothes are cleaned. Sadly Nemo became poorly at some point, and no amount of CPR or blowing up could inflate him to his full glory. This didn’t seem to bother his friends, who dragged him round the pool in a deflated state.Even the less confident swimmers had an absolute ball, and with the choice of indoor and outdoor pools and a jacuzzi, there was something for everyone. A big shout out to the staff for gallantly bobbing around in the pools for nearly two hours - supervising whichever children were in that one. Yes, the sunbeds looked inviting and yes, we would have loved a coffee but in true St Michael’s spirit, the staff were resilient and soaked to the end.
Staff at the pool came up to praise your children’s behaviour, they were impressed, complimentary and honestly, just a little shocked at how well-mannered and kind our pupils were. Not that we were surprised. They've been an absolute credit to you. We have had comments like that, from the public, all week.
Lunch – Manners, Sunshine and a Small Army of Drenched Swimmers
After drying off (mostly), we headed for lunch at a lovely little restaurant. Despite looking like a soggy pack of wild adventurers, the children were model diners, especially one or two children who charmed the staff by ordering drinks en français and even asking for “plus d’eau, s’il vous plaît” with perfect manners.
Travel Home – One Last Look at the Sea
With heavy hearts (and slightly damp socks), we made our way back to the coach. There was just enough time for one last beach visit, a final round of your lovely messages and some quiet moments of reflection.
As tends to happen, a few children began to feel a little under the weather. What followed was genuinely touching. Classmates stepping up with care, helping on toilet trips, offering support and just quietly looking out for each other. If you could bottle the kindness and friendship we saw today, you’d have something truly special.
The Eurostar ride home was impressively quick. So fast, in fact, that we arrived back in the UK before we’d technically left Calais. Eat your heart out, Doc Brown. Sadly, Doc Brown was nowhere to be seen on the M25, and due to the closure of the Dartford Bridge, it was a challenging journey home, with long delays and some travel-sick children. Everyone pulled together, and the children’s final learning experience of this trip was the fragrance from a coach toilet after a 3.5 hour drive in stop-start traffic. Cries of “good luck!” and “see you on the other side!” greeted anyone who braved it (and plenty did) - this again, is indicative of the fantastic humour and personality of your children. Never before have your children been given a round of applause for emerging from a toilet experience, seemingly in one piece.
Epilogue – Thank You
And just like that, it’s over. Four days of laughter, learning, sunshine, bling, broken-down rides, surprise birthday parties and more croissants than should legally be consumed in one week.
Your children have been incredible. Funny, kind, curious, brave, supportive and just the right amount of chaos. They’ve made us laugh until we cried, beam with pride, and yes, at times, sprint wildly. (One of two members of the team can definitely move fast!) But every single one of them has added something wonderful to this trip.
When you see them again, don’t be surprised if there are a few sleepy tears. This week has been full of emotion, new experiences and memories that will stay with them forever. After a shower, a nap, and a snack (possibly all at once), they’ll be back to their usual selves but we hope with a little extra sparkle from everything they’ve seen and shared together.
Thank you for trusting us with your amazing children. It’s truly been a privilege.
With tired feet and full hearts,
The France 2025 Team
France 2025 - Il pleut!
Day 3 – Birthdays, Bagatelle and a Bad Feeling About This…
We started the day in great spirits, even if (once again) we were bitterly disappointed by the complete lack of bed-hair. We’re starting to suspect that they’re secretly brushing it in the night. Never before on a French trip has the entire party been so well groomed - you should be very proud, parents.
But all was forgiven because today was extra special - a birthday! One of our fabulous young ladies turned 11 and woke up to birthday banners, bunting and big birthday smiles. Emails, messages and even a video from home were read out; she felt lucky to be surrounded by her friends while celebrating abroad. Cue some big smiles that were still evident at 10pm tonight.
Breakfast followed in classic style: croissants, bacon, eggs and, for the adults, lifesaving coffee., The enthusiasm of certain grown-ups clutching mugs like trophies was quite remarkable this morning - and it was lovely for many of the children to eat breakfast al fresco in the sunshine.
Bagatelle – Showers, Sweets and Slightly Suspect Peacocks
With breakfast demolished, it was time to get ready for the highlight of the week, Bagatelle theme park! Now, we thought we’d made ourselves clear about what to pack. You know, water bottles, sun cream, maybe a hoodie. So you can imagine our surprise when we discovered that some children were still hoarding snacks from Monday, plus spare shoes, towels and… shower gel? “Ooh, that’s the lunch I lost!” said one young man, as he also pulled out spare shorts, underwear, a tshirt and three Diary of a Wimpy Kid books. He definitely wasn’t going to need these at the theme park.
Yes, apparently, we’re now doing full spa experiences at theme parks. One child genuinely planned to have a shower at Bagatelle. At least, that's how it came across. A helpful adult suggested maybe, just maybe, they leave the Dove and head out with just the essentials. This caused minor outrage. We’re bracing ourselves for a Year 6 campaign titled “Let Us Shower Freely.” The same adult also said that hoodies wouldn't be needed but more about that later.
On the coach, a certain lad surrounded by girls declared confidently, “It’s fine, we can still talk together,” before following it up with: “I just don’t know what girls talk about.” We promise you that he has survived the experience.
Thank you again for all the messages sent in, genuinely, we’ve had a record-breaking number. Many were read aloud en route, which helped set the mood perfectly. There are so many we’re rolling some over to tomorrow. So keep them coming. Embarrassment levels: excellent.
At the park, the children were fantastic. They chatted in French with other visitors in the queues, cheered on their adults (“Come on, just take a big step with me to face your fears!”), and claimed the entire caterpillar ride like royalty. The peacocks were also a hot topic, mainly for their questionable fashion choices. As well as the traditional turquiose and green peacock, there was also a white one - our children had not seen one of these before, and a discussion about bleach was quickly quashed.
A brief but decidedly heavy downpour arrived, complete with a dazzling lightning show. This was particularly fun for the group on the monorail that offers a (terribly slow) birds’ eye view of the park. Their first thought was that someone had taken a photo with a flash camera, but a loud rumble soon afterwards proved otherwise. Be reassured, parents - the park do close any rides straight away when there is any risk due to the storm and none of the rides go at 88 miles per hour. (One male team member is sure some of you will understand this film reference, but we don’t.) Spirits were only mildly dampened, though (hoodie-less and soggy) the kids powered through like champs. Our young friend in her wheelchair did manage to go on some rides (including the leisurely monorail), which made her very happy, and crepe au sucre was provided to cheer her up after rain stopped play for her thrill seeking.
The faces of the children as they came off the rides - sheer exhilaration and joy - were wonderful. “That was AMAZING!!” was shouted over and over again. They mixed up groups all day long - children hurtling down the log flume with pupils from the other class, with whom they haven’t socialised much previously. This is another fabulous aspect of the French Trip - new friendships formed, and greater self-confidence.
One absolute highlight came courtesy of a girl who channeled Mystic Meg crossed with Han Solo. Just before getting on the Grand Prix ride, she muttered those legendary words:
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”
Moments later, her car broke down mid-ride. In the rain. Somewhere, the Force was definitely laughing. This Grand Prix ride was a huge hit this year, and we can’t remember previous year groups being so enamoured with it. Please note the Grand Prix ride goes about as fast as the monorail. You get the picture. In fact the biggest adrenalin ride - Triops - was shut for the day, but this didn’t look like it would be a problem for this Year 6.
Eventually, they were peeled away from the rides (some more willingly than others) and returned to the hotel, where we sent them off to shower (with or without gel) and get glammed up for the evening.
Dinner – Dressing Up and Dining Out
The children emerged looking fabulous. We had posh frocks, shirts tucked in, hair done. It was like a red carpet for under-12s. The birthday girl, of course, looked dazzling.
Groups dined in different restaurants along the seafront, eating well and enjoying the buzz of the town. As the sun set across the waves, your children were playing on beautiful sand with their friends. We finally walked back to the hotel, and “I have LOVED this trip! I thought that Kingswood was good but this is even BETTER!” summed up the feelings of everyone. We agreed that the memories made over the last few days will never, ever be forgotten.
A Final Thought…
Tomorrow brings the swimming pool, and the journey home. Before long, bedrooms will return to their usual lovingly chaotic state and suitcases will be spread out. Further missing lunches from Monday might also be found, but we really have done our best to make them clean out their rucksacks.
Thank you again for your lovely comments and messages. They truly mean the world to your children and to us.
More adventures tomorrow!
Thank you again for your lovely comments and messages. They truly mean the world to your children—and to us.
More adventures tomorrow!
TUESDAY
Day 2 – Breakfast Gains, Market Bling & Smelly Beach Feet
BREAKFAST
After a good night’s sleep, we were all expecting a sea of bed hair this morning… sadly, very little to report on that front. Disappointing really. We were hoping for at least one gravity-defying barnet. We were impressed that the new members of the adult team made it to breakfast before some of the more experienced ones. This shows great enthusiasm. Well done! We are hopeful that there will be some shocking bed hair tomorrow at breakfast - staff or pupils, we don’t mind - so that somebody wins the annual award for Bed Hair of the week.
Breakfast, however, did not disappoint. The usual load of croissants, pain au chocolat, bread and cereal was laid out but with a glorious new addition: bacon and eggs! One adult was positively overjoyed.
Special mention must go to one determined young man who decided to kick off the day with a full-on early morning workout. Impressive stuff! But when it came to piling up bacon (twice) this award didn’t go to him. No, this title belongs to a certain young lady who approached breakfast like a true champion. There wasn’t much on her plate to go with the bacon, but it looked delicious.
The Market – Euros, Bling and… Slushies?
Excitement was bubbling as we drove past tomorrow’s destination, Bagatelle theme park. Small but mighty screams of joy could be heard from the back of the coach.
But today, it was all about the market! As staff counted out Euros and offered sage shopping advice, the children were already planning their purchases like seasoned pros. The top shopping list items? Berets, watches and of course… sweets because apparently crossing international borders just makes the sweet tooth stronger. Some groups had popped into the local fishmongers on the walk to the market, to look at the amazing array of seafood; lobsters, crabs, huge skate wings, langoustines the size of small children….. Parents, some of you would be very proud that your children not only knew the name ‘langoustines’ but have also tried them. And mussels…. Such culinary sophistication from St Michael’s!
Not everyone enjoyed the fishmonger experience, however, due to the smell. Fishy ,obviously. On we went to the market…
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In one group, the first five minutes of the market visit went like this:
Adult: “Don’t buy the first thing you see. There are bargains further in. Try to haggle. Don’t pay full price.”
Children: Immediately spend most of their money on the first shiny thing they saw. Full price. No questions asked.
By the end of the morning, we had a coach full of bling: chains, rings, watches, hair clips. You name it, someone bought it. Though one young lad made it very clear,
“I’m not buying a ring. I’m not married!”
There were moments of true heart too. One kind boy spent all his money buying replacement sunglasses for a friend who had lost hers yesterday. He presented them to her later at the beach and honestly, there may have been a small tear in a teacher’s eye.
Day 2 - Cheers To Friendship
TUESDAY
Day 2 – Breakfast Gains, Market Bling & Smelly Beach Feet
BREAKFAST
After a good night’s sleep, we were all expecting a sea of bed hair this morning… sadly, very little to report on that front. Disappointing really. We were hoping for at least one gravity-defying barnet. We were impressed that the new members of the adult team made it to breakfast before some of the more experienced ones. This shows great enthusiasm. Well done! We are hopeful that there will be some shocking bed hair tomorrow at breakfast - staff or pupils, we don’t mind - so that somebody wins the annual award for Bed Hair of the week.
Breakfast, however, did not disappoint. The usual load of croissants, pain au chocolat, bread and cereal was laid out but with a glorious new addition: bacon and eggs! One adult was positively overjoyed.
Special mention must go to one determined young man who decided to kick off the day with a full-on early morning workout. Impressive stuff! But when it came to piling up bacon (twice) this award didn’t go to him. No, this title belongs to a certain young lady who approached breakfast like a true champion. There wasn’t much on her plate to go with the bacon, but it looked delicious.
The Market – Euros, Bling and… Slushies?
Excitement was bubbling as we drove past tomorrow’s destination, Bagatelle theme park. Small but mighty screams of joy could be heard from the back of the coach.
But today, it was all about the market! As staff counted out Euros and offered sage shopping advice, the children were already planning their purchases like seasoned pros. The top shopping list items? Berets, watches and of course… sweets because apparently crossing international borders just makes the sweet tooth stronger. Some groups had popped into the local fishmongers on the walk to the market, to look at the amazing array of seafood; lobsters, crabs, huge skate wings, langoustines the size of small children….. Parents, some of you would be very proud that your children not only knew the name ‘langoustines’ but have also tried them. And mussels…. Such culinary sophistication from St Michael’s!
Not everyone enjoyed the fishmonger experience, however, due to the smell. Fishy ,obviously. On we went to the market…
In one group, the first five minutes of the market visit went like this:
Adult: “Don’t buy the first thing you see. There are bargains further in. Try to haggle. Don’t pay full price.”
Children: Immediately spend most of their money on the first shiny thing they saw. Full price. No questions asked.
By the end of the morning, we had a coach full of bling: chains, rings, watches, hair clips. You name it, someone bought it. Though one young lad made it very clear,
“I’m not buying a ring. I’m not married!”
There were moments of true heart too. One kind boy spent all his money buying replacement sunglasses for a friend who had lost hers yesterday. He presented them to her later at the beach and honestly, there may have been a small tear in a teacher’s eye.
Another boy proudly said, “Family is everything,” explaining how each of his purchases was chosen with someone back home in mind. He had weighed up the option of buying his Mum some nail varnish, but after some discussion about the nail salon that his parents own, he decided that they probably had a fair size stock and chose something else.
As for comedy gold, a shout out to the blinged-up shopper who, having already emptied his wallet, declared loudly,
“Uh oh, the girls are at it again!” while they were eyeing up hair clips. Most intriguing was the boy who bought a huge cucumber - it takes all sorts - but he was thrilled with his purchase.
There was the occasional moment of buyers’ regret, as a couple of children wondered if they could take their purchase back to a stall as they had seen something they preferred. This seemed very unlikely on a weekly market, and difficult to explain in French unless you were in Madame Betteridge’s group - so it had to be a learning curve.
We must say a huge shout-out to the boy who spent most of the market time staring fixedly into the window of the boulangerie and refusing to move from the spot. Who can blame him for hanging on to the window for dear life, right in front of the cream gateaux display? His perseverance was rewarded by staff members caving in, and allowing him into the bakery to choose a treat. It was not a whole cream gateaux, in case you are worrying.
Once everyone had finished their spending spree, we headed back to the coach via a toilet stop at the Tourist Information Office. It didn’t matter that every other school party in Etaples - and there were many - had the same idea, and simply tested our school value of resilience as we stood in a long queue with crossed legs.
War Graves – Respect and Reflection
From the noisy hustle of the market to the peaceful stillness of the war graves, the mood shifted beautifully. As we arrived at the cemetery, there were quiet gasps as the children took in the sight of row upon row of white headstones stretching as far as they could see.
Every single child showed great respect, taking time to find names they felt a connection with. It was a special, thoughtful moment in the trip that we know will stay with them. One lad commented that he had thought it would be boring, but it was actually ‘really interesting’. As ever, we read “In Flanders Fields” before we walked into the cemetery, and the experience was as moving as ever.
Dynamic Risk Assessment
We were supposed to be having lunch on the beach at Berck - however, the group of heavily perspiring, red-faced adults decided it was far too hot and that a new destination for lunch was needed. There was much discussion with Dave the bus driver - he is a legend - and consultation of Google maps with Mrs Dean, who spends lots of time in France, Madame B and Mr Butler ….. Surely there would be a nice forest somewhere nearby, where we could picnic in the shade….well of course there was. But we did also need a car park big enough to fit a huge double-decker bus, which narrowed it down somewhat. Luckily Dave the Driver - he really is a legend - thought of the car park at Le Touquet airport, where he had noticed a shady area of grass. Off we went, and enjoyed our lovely lunch in a shady, well tended patch of land (well, it’s Le Touquet). It was only as we returned to the coach that Madame B noticed the sign saying “no picnics.” (In French, obviously.) No harm done.
Beach Time – Sand, Sea and Smiles
Finally, it was time to let loose on the beach. The sand was incredibly hot, yet within seconds, children were off: running, jumping, digging holes big enough to lose a teacher in, and burying each other . Some staff walked our young lady in a wheelchair and her friends down the boardwalk, further towards the sea and noticed that the sand and air were considerably cooler, so the rest of us upped sticks and headed down for a paddle. The instruction, please note, was paddle. This is written clearly on our lengthy risk assessments (they make War and Peace look short) - it definitely says ‘paddle.’ It does NOT, categorically, say fall over accidentally on purpose so you are soaked. “I slipped,” from one boy didn’t really convince us, having seen him hurl himself into the sea.
Time ran away from us, just like the fish from the smelly feet paddling in their waters.
It was a long and soggy, in some cases, walk back to the coach and there may well have been the odd chafed thigh from sand and wet shorts. Another learning curve - you can’t fault this trip for its educational value.
Eventually, we rounded them up for showers. (Yes, parents, they are showering and we can confirm there was definitely more water on them than on the bathroom floor… just.)
Evening – Football Frenzy and Full Tummies
We weren’t sure it was possible, but after all that they were still hungry. Dinner was devoured in record time. Why the rush, I hear you ask? Well, the football pitch was calling.
There’s something heartwarming about watching your children, with full bellies and sun-kissed faces, playing a friendly international match with local French children. The rivalry was fierce but the smiles said it all. A familiar French face from last year even made an appearance - for the old-timers on the staff, it was so lovely to see the same young lad that had played with St Michael’s Year 6 pupils in previous years.
As we write, everyone is fast asleep in bed - and all is quiet. There will be dreams of sea and sand, cheap jewellery and cucumbers, large gateaux , new friends made on a French campsite football pitch tonight - and another happy, happy day. Our opening quote, “ Cheers to Friendship,” was taken from how one pupil toasted the people on her table at dinner tonight, with glasses of water.
Keep Those Comments Coming!
Huge thanks to everyone who’s sent in messages already, your children absolutely loved hearing them on the coach today. Keep them coming! The more embarrassing, the better…Email them to us if we haven’t managed to sort a box for comments on here. It’s late, we’re tired…..
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s adventure. Bagatelle awaits!
France 2025- Day One
Day 1 – Leaving Braintree and Heading for Adventure!
It didn’t take long for the sweets to be opened, the travel nerves to settle and for home life to become a distant memory. Many games of Uno, Dobble and Top Trumps were on the go, and even a murder mystery puzzle book. Surrounded by friends, the excitement quickly took over. Within what felt like the blink of an eye, Essex was behind us… and we’ve honestly never seen someone so thrilled about the Dartford Crossing. One particular child absolutely LOVES it – it’s possible they thought it was a theme park ride.
As well as the sweets being opened, lunches were also started rather early in one young man’s case, and we had to keep an eye that he had actually left himself some food for beyond 9.30am.
One young lady sitting downstairs didn’t stop talking from 6.45am until we eventually persuaded her into her bedroom tonight…fuelled by baguettes, sausage rolls and a lot of flapjack that she constantly and generously offered to the staff.
We have to say we are particularly impressed, parents, by the matching socks and t shirt/hoodies… this is of a far higher standard than previous years. One young man even had coordination between his trainers and suitcase - that’s quite something.
The comedy moments began rolling in pretty much immediately:
“Look, look! It’s our boat!” (It wasn’t. We were still very much on the M25 crossing the Thames)
“Is that the Eiffel Tower?” (Sadly no… just a set of electricity pylons.)
“There’s a dog driving that car!” (Again, no… just a lady with a particularly fluffy hairstyle.)
For some of our children, this is their very first trip abroad. This became sweetly obvious during one conversation:
“I’ve never been to a different country before… except Great Yarmouth.”
The Ferry Journey – Picnics, Seagulls and KFC Dreams
The ferry crossing was over in a flash! Huge credit to you, parents. The level of food prep was something to behold. Some children appeared to be packing for a week-long cruise rather than a short hop across the Channel. (There’s at least one child here who could comfortably feed an entire passenger manifest)
As we arrived in France, the running commentary from the children continued:
(as we drove past the golden arches): “That’s lunch SORTED!!”
“They’ve got a KFC here! That’s so sick!”
“Whoa… these are nice houses. The grass is green and everything!”
Clearly, the wonders of Europe are already making an impression.
Rando Rail – Legs Ache but Spirits Soar!
After a quick stop, we were off to tackle the Rando Rail… a 5km uphill pedal-powered rail adventure under the sunny French skies. The owners greeted us with big smiles… though that might have been because they knew we were starting with the uphill section! It was very hot, but thankfully we were under the trees for most of the activity, and the many extra bottles of water we brought with us came in handy.
There was singing - of sorts - from some of the carts, including the Macarena, The Lion Sleeps Tonight (strange choices, some would say), and a group of children in one cart shrieking, “I’ve got the power” to urge themselves onwards. One member of staff- new to the team this year - bribed his group of boys with large packs of Haribos, and another new team member had to encourage her team to pedal forwards, not backwards, which obviously is a game changer.
The journey back (all downhill, thankfully) was filled with squeals, laughter and pure joy. Turns out, Year 6 can scream louder going downhill than any rollercoaster queue at Thorpe Park.
Tired legs? Absolutely.
Hot, sweaty adults? Definitely.
Tired hearts? Not a chance.
First Meal… First Ice Cream… First Shower Emergency
Following our first ice creams, it was back on the coach for a short ride to our hotel. Luggage was quickly and efficiently unpacked (sort of neatly, by Year 6 standards) and before long we were at the campsite for yet more delicious food. We saw excellent manners at dinner tonight - children passing each other the water jugs, and pouring for others. Baskets of bread that were already on the table were untouched as nobody liked to dive in - we had to encourage them to do so! This might have been due to the large quantity of sweets and lunch that had been eaten all day - that said, many polished off a hearty spaghetti bolognaise, finished with a gorgeous French Tarte aux Pommes.
By 10pm, the children were tucked up in bed, ready for tomorrow’s adventures.
Showers were taken… mostly without drama. Though we did have to make a swift trip to one of the boys’ rooms to demonstrate how to turn the shower off. Life skill unlocked: “Lefty loosie, righty tighty.”
It has been a very hot day; tomorrow will be another warm one and the fun of day two awaits. First trip for some of the adults nice and early will be to the Intermarche, to stock up on water, new refillable water bottles for anyone who broke theirs on day one, and anything else
One Small Request…
Every year, the children absolutely love hearing your comments, messages and well-wishes from home. Please do send them in! We’ll read them out and make sure your child hears your lovely (and probably slightly embarrassing…please) words.