The Island #writephoto

Sue’s photo prompt for #writephoto this week.

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The Island
Ever since I was little, it fascinated me.
That little glimpse of land.
My daddy pointed it out to me one day, during a walk on the beach near our house.
We would stand there, feet tickled by the ripples as the tide rolled in and out.
“One day Becky, we are going to live there, on that little bit of paradise, away from the world. Just our little family.” We would make all sorts of silly plans for out future on the mysterious island.
Then he announced that he was off on an adventure. He whispered to me that he was going to the island on his little boat, and he was going to stake a claim on it. It was our secret. I even helped him make a flag to fly there, once he arrived.
He promised that when he was back, we would pack our things and sail back there, and make a home for ourselves.
He was gone for days.
Mummy was fine at first, then after the first couple of days, she started to fret. He never went away for this long without telling her in full detail. This time, he had been a little elusive, and just mentioned that he had work. She called friends and family to no avail, and then the police.
In the end, I had to tell her our secret.  That daddy was off exploring, and sailing to the island that we used to see on the horizon.
It was so manic around our house, then they told us they had found a boat, and they believed it was Daddy’s. It was washed up on some rocks, not far from where we would stand and look out at our dream home.
Mummy cried so much. But I couldn’t understand why she was upset. Daddy hadn’t been found. My flag wasn’t in the boat.
It was obvious to me. Daddy had got to the island and was flying my flag there. He was just waiting for us to make our way there.
So now, I still go and stand, feet in the water, gazing out at the speck of land, rising from the horizon. If I look hard enough, I am sure I can see a flag flying.
It won’t be long daddy, I’ll be there soon.  It took a lot of convincing, but mummy finally let me have sailing lessons, and when I get a boat, I’ll sail over to you, so we can make our dream come true…

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Friday Feelings

Oh yes it’s Friday!!!!


I’m so happy, my Lil Man is back!

 He had a fantastic residential trip, and didn’t miss home at all!

In a good way though, he said!

His birthday was great with his friends waking him up with choruses of Happy Birthday, and him getting chosen to do lots of things first, as the Birthday Boy!

And so we awake to a Friday full of new things.

He is spending a day, a taster day, at his new secondary school.

I’m more nervous about this, than I was about him being away for 4 days!

But again, he is relaxed, chilled, and looking forward to a new adventure!

I have an adventure of my own too… We’ve done the class trip, I’ve written my first ever end of year reports, and now we will be getting to know our new students. The first half are coming to nursery to visit today.

Will they be like my first ever class, a true baptism of fire?? Or will next academic year be a year of smooth sailing?

Who knows, but I’ll be finding out. We also have home visits starting soon, so we get a good idea of what the children are like!

 Then to top the day off, Lil Man has another cricket match!

I can’t wait for the weekend!!!!

Have a wonderful Friday Peeps!!

Stowaway!

Yesterday I took my class to the seaside for a family day out. It was lovely, aside from one unpleasant incident. The weather was pleasant, the children and parents were happy, and I got to eat ice cream, always a good thing!

One of the children caught a crab. She was so excited, she ferried this thing around in a bucket for hours!

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As we neared the time to get the train home, we encouraged her to let it go back in the sea. She’s a good girl, and went off with mummy, no problem, and found a safe place to let it go… only for it to promptly be eaten by a seagull that was hovering!

Nature’s way, I know that, but not nice for her to see it close up, like that!

Anyway, we were on the platform, waiting for our train, and her mum came to me. “We have a stowaway!” I wasn’t sure what she meant, but was soon shown what she meant. deep in one of the little turrets of her bucket, there was still sand lodged, and in that sand was a teeny little baby crab!

Mummy didn’t know what to do with it, so she took it home, then sent it in to us at Nursery today!

What are we to do with a baby crab? No sea water for him, not tank to keep him… the safest place, we decided, would be the Promenade, though it is not salt water… it’s the closest thing.

But, me being me, I had to bring it home to show my children!

Here is Cyril the Crab!

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Excuse the lined hands, but isn’t he teeny, and cute!

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Look at his little face!

I’m keeping him for another day, so Lil Man gets to meet him, then we will set him free.

Guilty Pleasures

Bet you didn’t know, my cat has a reality show addiction!

The new one is Love Island!

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Check him out! Totally engrossed!

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Yes, I’m talking about you Sonu Singh! Sorry, did I disturb your viewing??!!

Writespiration #91 – The Hug

Hugs – The prompt Sacha has given us for her Writespiration challenge this week.

I love a good hug! I think they can solve so many ills!

I wrote a little poem this time…

A cuddle, a hug, a squeeze

There’s nothing more likely to please.

It’s just like a smile, it costs nothing to you

But a well-timed hug , there’s a lot it can do

The shoulder squeeze,  a solidarity stance

A hug with a shrug, well they do it in France!

The cuddles with children they warm the heart

Snuggles with your Dearest, never to part

But I have to say, the best hug I’ve had

Is the deep embrace I get from my Dad.

 

 

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