Trips and Visits
Year 6 Camp: Staycation - 4th-6th July 2024
Day 1
After a trio to Worle bakery and recreation ground, we made rice krispie cakes and created bin bag costumes for a catwalk! We also started practising our table tennis skills. We were all especially impressed by Mrs Findlay’s ping pong skills!
Day 2
Today, the children made coil clay pots and this took most of the morning! Afterwards, they managed a little free time before they began creating dens.
Den construction was quite a project. When complete the children disappeared into their dens where they remained for most of lunchtime, even choosing to have lunch inside their new blankety abode.
The afternoon saw a range of fun sports activities with Joe, our coach.
Day 3
The children designed our own football strips and even one for Mendip Green Primary School!
The children made pizza with their own choice of toppings and they are looking forwards to eating it whilst watching their Friday film, 'Tangled'.
Year 6 Camp: Kilve Court - 4th-6th July 2024
Camp log 2024: Night 1 🏕️ 📖 1️⃣
1027hrs: And we’re off! Kilve Court, here we come. The buzz on the coach is palpable.
1150hrs: Coaches arrive at Kilve and drivers/school staff begin reuniting children with their cases. It’s been 80mins since they last saw them, so it’s no wonder that they look so utterly dumbfounded when presented with their luggage. Comments include ‘that’s not mine’ and ‘I don’t THINK that I brought that’. Happily, very clear labelling from parents makes it very hard for children to swerve the responsibility of carrying their bags to their huts. Children are obviously massively perturbed by the idea of doing anything for themselves on what was billed as a holiday but reluctantly begin to shuffle forwards, still looking at their luggage with real scepticism that it IS in fact their bag.
1210hrs: Well, it didn’t take long - Marmalade the cat is back. As Mrs Hopkins begins to unpack her belongings into her tent, an all too familiar lump is lying between the tent’s inner and outer layers. Fast asleep, clearly the ginger welcoming committee was expecting an earlier arrival. Mrs Poole is reminded by all staff, and a surprising number of children, of the time that she thought marmalade was a human head. Classic.
1215hrs: Mrs Hopkins and Marmalade have had a meeting of the minds and have agreed that Mrs Hopkins is going to be the sole occupant of the tent. The usual hissing and scratching dies down and Marmalade slinks off, no doubt considering which live game he intends to plant in the staff tent at a later point in the day. That’ll show em.
1330hrs: The children have split into groups to complete separate activities. Mrs Corlett has elected to take a group of 11 children raft building. There challenge, should they choose to accept it, is to build a suitable vessel to keep all of the team out of a pool that any one of them could comfortably stand in. The final raft is a thing of beauty and the children begin to pile on to give the new puppy a spin. It has become clear that 11 might not be the optimal number and, as the ship begins to wobble, shrieks of ‘we’re going to drown’, ‘what if there’s sharks’ and ‘we’re all going to die’ ring around the local area. Mrs Corlett watches on, no doubt feeling that only a string quartet is missing from what otherwise could easily be a scene from Titanic. Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure playing with you tonight.
1345: Elsewhere, the river walkers have made their way down the muddy banks and are about to take a dip. The activity is being taken by a man called ‘Guy’. Guy is over 6ft tall and has arms like tree trunks. Behind his rugged beard and agricultural good looks shine two beautiful blue eyes and kind smile. Both Mrs Hopkins and Mrs Sandford think Guy is lovely and this is all to do with ‘how he is with the kids’ and nothing to do with the fact he has hands the size of dustbin lids. It’s not long before Mrs Hopkins ‘requires a hand’ getting down the slope. To her surprise (and delight) Guy is on hand to pick her clean off her feet and carry her down the hill. She barely has time to gaze into the blue pools that are his eyes before he’s off to ‘rescue’ Mrs Sandford, who has also, rather conveniently, managed to get stuck. Both ladies come crashing down to earth when a child declares that their wellington boot has not only come off but has been washed away. A hunt for the missing wellie ensues and it is eventually tracked down, somewhat further down the stream, in a large muddy bog. Guy (who else) saves the day, earning him the new nickname, ‘what a guy’.
1700hrs: afternoon activities complete, it is time for some delicious dinner in the main hall. Feedback is positive and double or even triple helpings of garlic bread are being requested. Clearly very little consideration has been given to the upcoming disco. Still, at least it will keep any vampires away.
1845hrs: Mr O has arrived at camp. As he gets out of his car, he is greeted by a cacophony of questions including, ‘why are you wearing a suit to camp?’ and ‘why aren’t you at school?’.
1900hrs: having briefly been brought up to speed on the days events, Mr O heads to the field to kick a ball with some of the children. Apparently he has something known as ‘tekkers’, which is a good thing and not something that you need to consult your doctor on.
1915hrs: the disco is nearly upon us and preparations are in full swing… in some parts of the camp. Up on the field, a number of boys explain to Mr O that they did the river walk today, so there really is very little need for any sort of shower/wash.
1916hrs: the difference between the girls and the boys couldn’t be any clearer. The girls toilet block is busier than a market in the middle of New Delhi. A scent hangs in the air that is not dissimilar to that of a Harrods toilet. The boys’ toilet, by contrast, would make a rainy November day in Burnham look busy. It never ceases to amaze that a building with such a small footfall can smell so bad.
1920hrs: Mr O’s game of football with the soap-dodging boys comes to an abrupt end when two people from Devon Wildlife Foundation call in to see if they can compete a bat survey over the coming hours. Mr O quips that this makes the man in charge ‘The Bat Man’. The man in charge does not find this funny - apparently he gets this ‘16times a day’ from a ‘variety of people’ who ‘all think they’re being original’. Tail between his legs, Mr O takes his dad-jokes back to the football match.
1925: Bat man (although we can’t call him this, obvs) is back. He wondered if we might want to tell the children about the bats that may or may not be roosting on the side of the huts that they intend to sleep in. A valuable learning experience, he suggests. We explain that this is a terrible idea. Frustrated that a chance to evangelise on the fascinating creature that is the bat, he concedes that this is probably for the best.
1930: The tables have been cleared, a stereo has been plugged in and some groovy spinning lights have been put out in the hall - it’s almost disco time. Before we cut some moves, a planned fire practice must take place, which is handy because, in the event of a fire, the children need to muster outside the dance hall. Two birds and all that. The fire practice is observed perfectly, with all children joining their lines quickly and quietly. The floor is opened up to any questions about the fire practice. There is only one question- ‘if we have a fire, will you use the same alarm, or one that sounds different?’. Staff bite their tongues and resist saying that no, in the event of a REAL fire, which we have just practised for, we would actually play a little ditty from a west end musical, or maybe some Meat Loaf, or Flight or the Valkyrie’s. Sarcasm kept inside, we confirm that the same alarm IS used for the practice and the real thing. Incredulously, one or two remark what a good idea it is to have the same alarm used 🤦♂️
1932: Then children enter the disco hall with all the enthusiasm of a pack of Andrex puppies. What a Guy is on the decks, and Mrs Hopkins and Sandford remark on what a terrific man he is. How clever to play songs on a laptop AND do river walking. AND he’s great with kids. What a Guy.
1940: A motionless group stand in the hall. Some sing, some away ever so slightly, and the rest just make room for Miss Bendall and Miss Taylor, who are clearly living their best life. They are jumping, singing, twisting and moving. Even power hand grabs are being used whilst singing those killer lines. What a Guy decides a limbo and a conga is what this party needs. He is, of course, spot on, and in minutes the children are mobilised and laughing. Miss Bendall and Miss Taylor join in, but it’s clear that their wings have been clipped.
1945: the conga returns from its long and impressive route, which took in most of the grounds. Some ‘banging tunes’ have been requested by the children and What a Guy is only too happy to oblige.
1946: there is a disturbance in the middle of the dance floor and it’s clear that the children are making space for something to happen. Thoughts race to Mrs Poole and Mr O’s Christmas routine but, happily, the children have forgotten all about this. Over the heavy bass, children can be heard shouting that a child is about to do ‘The Worm’. This is very exciting. A large circle has now formed and up steps the child who will attempt to deliver this disco magic. Hands are rubbed together, arms are stretched, a magnificent leap is initiated and a faultless landing is complete. Oohs and arghs can be heard from around the hall.
1947: inspired by his friend, and no doubt charged with a feeling of ‘how hard can it be?’, a second child declares that he will do a worm as well. The crowd willingly oblige and make space for the attempt. A similar amount of posturing and stretching completed, it’s time to execute a perfect dive. He rises, magnificently, into the air. There are swans that have taken off with less power and grace. Regrettably, the landing was more Ryanair than swan lake and, as 90% of his body hits the floor at precisely the same time, the slapping sound of a pancake can be heard above the music. An underwhelmed crowd fill in the circle without a second glance, leaving the deflated dancer, still reeling from both the pain and shame of what just happened, to commando crawl out of the crowd and to the safe refuge of a nearby sofa. Sometimes these things go better in your imagination and that’s where they should stay. Still, we live and learn.
2000hrs: a few children have headed outside to play on the grass. One group have returned to their tent to fetch some clothing. As they step inside, they are confronted with none other than marmalade.
2001hrs: Marmalade is laid on top of a bed and clearly has no intention of ‘coming quietly’. Attempts to lure or coax Marmalade out of the tent are in vain. He’s going nowhere. This is Marmalade’s house and we are merely guests. Mr O is summoned, who takes the wise precaution of collecting a rounders post en route - this is not his first rodeo with Marmalade.
2002hrs: an immoveable object meets an unstoppable force; the battle for the camp’s alpha male (well, second behind What a Guy) is on. Marmalade and Mr O exchange looks of steely determination. A gentle nudge with rounders post is met with a withering look from the wannabe puss in boots. He can’t talk, but there is a sense that he would say ‘get knotted’, if he could. A little more pressure is applied and Marmalade is prized off the bed. As he slinks into the bushes, there is an overwhelming sense that this isn’t over…
2030hrs: disco complete, it was time to pay back the ones of calories exerted standing still by giving the kids sweets and hot chocolate. Kind parents, clearly hoping that their child would not be the one with the least sweets, have sent a kilo of sweets for their child. Any sense of restraint or self-discipline is scattered to the wind. Those sweets are being eaten. Now. Children are given their bags and the staff step back to a safe distance - this next part is never pretty.
2050hrs: we are reminded, yet again, of the profound impact that sugar has on young children. Mrs Sanford gathers the children to insist that brushing teeth and having a small wash is the polite thing to do for the good of us all. Moans and groans follow this announcement. There is a real sense that daily washing and tooth brushing is overzealous.
2055hrs: children retreat to cabins to collect wash bags and put on PJs. A number of boys suggest that their onesies and PJs are ‘dripping’ or ‘drippy’. A closer inspection from staff confirmed that their clothing was not wet and at this point it was explained that dripping means ‘looks good’. Obviously.
2115hrs: Miss Bendall’s camp story time is the stuff of legend. This year’s rendition of Roald Dahls Revolting Rhymes was a huge hit. The children seemed to enjoy it and Mrs Poole was spellbound throughout.
2130hrs: the children are sent to cabins and tents to settle in and have a chat.
2140hrs: two boys come down to the main hall. They cannot close their window and require some help. The strong and independent female colleagues decide that this requires a man and, as What a Guy isn’t around, Mr O will have to do. They have biscuits to be tucking into.
2143hrs: Mr O arrives at hut 12 to inspect the offending window. It is a small, rectangular window, which opens out and can be held in place with a small bar that is then hooked onto a pin on the window frame. Mr O lifts the bar out of the way and pulls the window shut. This is greeted by gasps of excitement and wonder. Apparently, if you leave the bar hanging from the window and pull the window towards the frame, the metal bar gets in the way. Who knew. A rather sage boy looks down from his bunk and suggests that this is a ‘German’ style of window - very rare in the UK. Once Mr O has established that this is a standard window opening system, and that they are 11, he declares the window-opening seminar over and goes back to eat whatever is left of the biscuits.
2150hrs: Marmalade is back on the scene. He is prowling from tent to tent. The staff are watching through the window and a perverse game of roulette follows, with each teacher delighting when Marmalade moves towards another’s tent.
2200hrs: the first round of ‘time to calm down and go to sleep’ notices are handed out. Fairly sure that the staff may well have been speaking Dutch, as this was as effective as an ash tray on a motorbike.
2210hrs: trips to the toilet are coming thick and fast. Goodness knows what is so exciting about the toilets but a few children are on their third visit in 20mins.
1155hrs: mercifully, the camp seems to have settled.
Tomorrow is going to be a busy day…
🏕️ Y6 Camp Day 2 🏕️
All smiles at breakfast. Hash browns, toast, beans, scrambled eggs, cereal and yoghurts. We’re loading up before another big day 😋 🍽️
Camp log 2024: day 2
0335hrs: just as we suggested that camp was settled… Mrs Poole decides that she needs to go to the toilet. She’s reached that age now. Miss Bendall, a relative whipper-snapper, coincidentally needs the toilet, too. She has mustered the resolve to get out of a warm bed to cross a cold field. We believe that they are what the youth might call ‘bladder buddies’.
0340hrs: Mrs Poole has reached the toilet block, oblivious that Miss Bendall is also heading in a similar direction.
0341hrs: Primary school teachers are, apparently, easily spooked. Much of the late night chat has surrounded fear of spiders, wolves, the dark, wood lice and ginger cats. Unbeknown to Mr O, there is a pact between the female colleagues to use loud footsteps in and around the toilet block to ensure that nobody experiences a shock. This is the reason why Miss Bendall has decided to walk, in her sliders, in very large and pronounced paces. Imagine a scuba diver. Or Basil Fawlty.
0343: the scuba technique has not worked. Mrs Poole opens the cubicle door to be faced by Miss Bendall staring back at her. She screams ‘ohwowohoh’. If you’ve not encountered this word before, imagine the intro to the pop classic ‘kung fu fighting’
0344hrs: happily, no kung fu fighting has taken place. It’s a good job, really, because those guys really aren’t as fast as lightening.
0345hrs: both colleagues head to bed, no doubt to dream of ginger cats, or What a Guy.
0700hrs: we are a camp divided. Half of the children awoke in time to advise the local cockerel that it is morning time. Groups of 4 or 5 decide to take in a morning constitutional walk to the toilet block. They are laughing, skipping and, in some cases, doing cartwheels. Regard for fellow campers is at an all time low. A short Mr O intervention secures a quiet campsite and the ‘early birds’ return to the roost for a few more hours.
The other half of the camp remain asleep. They have burnt the midnight oils and now have visions of a decent lie-in. No such luck with a hearty breakfast and a day of activities on the horizon. As Miss Bendall calls on cabins with all the zest of Joy from Inside Out, on her birthday, in Disney land, many of the children are not feeling the love. Genuinely affronted by daylight.
0800hrs: breakfast is a huge hit. Boys return to their tables with mountains of toast, hash browns, eggs and beans. Having smelt their huts, one would suggest that this diet is quite unhelpful for the clear flatulence issue in camp. The first round of breakfast has been inhaled and they now have their eyes on the ‘continental’ offer of cereals and yoghurts. All we need is Lenny Henry and it would be a Premier Inn advert.
0810hrs: the instructors have arrived one at a time. With each opening of the door, Mrs Hopkins looks up. There is no sign of What a Guy. He promised he’d be back for breakfast. Talk on the staff table turns to the immense reach of Mendip’s social media arm and whether, just maybe, What a Guy had read last night’s camp log. ‘Maybe he’s had to take annual leave to avoid us’, one suggests, ‘or maybe he’s resigned with immediate effect’. Mrs Sandford is not best pleased with Mr O. Not is Mrs Hopkins. Apparently he’s embellished the story, which doesn’t sound like the sort of thing he’d do. Mrs Sandford and Mrs Hopkins are concerned that Mr O has painted them as ‘predatory’. Mr O apologises profusely.
0815hrs: children fed, the staff collect their breakfast and sit down. Mr O returns to his seat, where Mrs Edwards is now sitting. His coffee is now on the other side of the table. Incensed, he is left wondering whether this was linked to upsetting Mrs S and Mrs H. They are coordinated. Like raptors.
0845hrs: rather like SAS selection, the children are called to the terrace to be counted, grouped and sorted into morning activities. This sounds a very easy task and one that should not take a group of relatively intelligent, qualified adults a whole 15mins to complete. However, 13 of these minutes are spent triaging the clothing choices the children have made. ‘No crocs’ for certain activities is what was said, ‘we would encourage you to ignore us and wear your crocs’ is apparently what was heard. Without exception, children say ‘oooohhhhh’ as they are reminded of the 3 times that morning that they were told this information. Enlightened.
Elsewhere, party dresses, pyjamas, hot pants and sliders are sent back to rooms.
Having had a very small amount of sleep, the children are obviously incredibly reasonable about being asked to go and put on the clothes that their parents packed for them and that the staff have asked them to wear. Thrice. A number of heads are thrown back, shoulders drooped, feet shuffling as they walk away.
That sounds like a ‘you’ problem, hun.
0930hrs: campsite emptied, Mr O settles down to read some annual reports. Across the field, a familiar orange and ginger shape is bobbing in the long grass.
0935hrs: marmalade has timed his run perfectly. Any dropped pick n mix from the night before is quickly found and hoovered-up. Maybe it’s the e-numbers that account for his irrational behaviour and bad temperament.
0940hrs: exhausted from the ‘hunt’ for Haribo sours, Marmalade has decided it is time for a siesta. He peruses the staff tents one at a time, considering them in turn. A four-legged Goldilocks, if you will.
0941hrs: the tent is selected. Mrs Edward’s can look forward to a surprise on her return to her tent. Mr O considers moving Marmalade… but then he remembers his seat being stolen at breakfast. Justice.
1800hrs: it’s been another brilliant day. The children sit around the dinner table and look content, although utterly exhausted. The rock and roll first night is starting to catch up with them.
1810hrs: the annual ‘best joke’ competition has been launched. Tables busily exchange their best gags. Staff wait expectantly for the comedy gold.
1820hrs: the best joke per table is shared aloud. If they were the best, goodness knows what the runners up were like. Penguin bars needn’t worry themselves.
2000hrs: the group assemble around the fire. Marshmallows are eaten. Life is good. A few children spot some ants on the raised bank that they are sitting on around the fire. You may not be aware, but ants are incredibly dangerous creatures. Lethal, some might say. Comparisons to black widow spiders and cobras are not in the least bit dramatic. A couple of children are worried that they may be bitten and have tears in their eyes. This is definitely not because they are tired. They ARE NOT tired. At all.
2100hrs: the group gather for yet another reminder about personal hygiene ahead of bed. Children are reminded that returning home with a dry flannel and a bar of soap still in the wrapper will raise questions.
2110hrs: before we head to the wash rooms to chat, shriek and generally avoid any water in the showers and sinks, Mrs Sandford has an important announcement to make. Mrs Hopkins is due to retire at the end of the year and, having been on EVERY school camp that the school has ever had, this is her final night under canvas. She is presented with crown and a sash saying ‘MG Campsite Queen’. We’re all a bit choked. It simply won’t be the same without Mrs H, who is loved by everybody.
Apart from What a Guy. He appears to be indifferent.
2130hrs: the children settle into huts quickly and all of the boys and girls, who so adamantly asserted that they were not tired, drop like flies.
2140hrs: the staff finally take a seat. Some cakes and treats have been bought to celebrate Mrs Hs final camp night. Memories are shared of all the wonderful camps that we have been on and all the brilliant children we’ve had the pleasure of looking after. They are cold, tired and a little muddy, but there’s no question that the staff love what they do wouldn’t want to be anywhere else on a Thursday evening. Well, maybe the Maldives.
2150hrs: Mrs Haywood, who has returned from the showers has just seen marmalade. Having been kicked out of a tent a little while ago, he’s caught a mouse and left its carcass outside the ladies shower door. A fitting end.
Day 3
Year 1 Explorer Dome - 19th June 2024
Year 1 had a visit from the Explorer Dome! The children explored the many different environments that can be found on planet Earth through an immersive experience. The children all loved being inside the dome and their excitement and enjoyment could be heard all across the school! 🐆🐯🐧🐢🦭🌍
Year 2 Trip to Cheddar Caves - 6th June 2024
Year 2 had the most wonderful trip to Cheddar Caves. The children visited Gough's cave where they learnt about Cheddar Man, and Cox's cave where they learnt about the journey of the Yeo river and how it formed the caves millions of years ago. The children had a workshop session where they spoke to a cave woman about making fire and how Stone Age people lived. Some of the children even had time to tackle Jacob's Ladder!
A big thank you to all of the grown ups who joined us on our trip and to the brilliant staff at Cheddar Gorge and Caves.
Street Pastors Assembly - 3rd June 2024
Today in assembly we heard from our very own Mrs Kus, who coordinates the Street Pastors in Weston-super-Mare.
It was great for the children to hear about the work that these kind and selfless people do. They are committed to making a difference and their values of ‘Caring, Listening, Helping’ are so similar to our own.
We want all of our children to grow into caring adults who are willing and able to make a contribution and we hope that stories like this will help to inspire them.
Thank you, Mrs Kus - you were fab ❤️ 🌳
Year 4 Camp - 22nd-24th May 2024
🏕️⛺️ 🏕️ ⛺️Year 4 Camp - Day 1⛺️ 🏕️ ⛺️ 🏕️
The children in Group 1 have had a blast at Mendip Outdoor Pursuits today.
The rain this morning certainly did not dampen their spirits and they were in the go ALL day, throwing themselves into every activity.
They may have returned to school a teeny bit muddy and a little damp. Surprisingly, a water fight did not help and many have gone to bed with their muddy warm paint still intact 😂
50% of the children have claimed that their toothbrush was MIA. On average, they were sent back to their tents three times to have ‘another look.’ All toothbrushes were located, believe it or not, in their bags! 🪥 🦷 ✨
The children have been snuggled down in their tents for over an hour. We think they are pretty exhausted from their adventures… it is looking like tomorrow will be a quiet one for this bunch 😴 🥱 💤
🏕️ ⛺️ 🏕️ ⛺️Year 4 Camp - Day 2 ⛺️ 🏕️ ⛺️ 🏕️
The children in Group 2 had a fantastic day at Mendip Outdoor Pursuits.
The day was a lot drier but certainly no less muddy. The children were able to make up for the lack of rain by throwing themselves into the water activities (literally)… some children seemed to want to spend longer in the water than they did in the kayak or on the paddle board 😂 🛶 Turns out, it is harder than it looks!
Back at school, got dry and clean then wet again with their epic water fight.
This group appeared to be nocturnal. They had a superhuman ability to still be awake after midnight and then wake up before the birds the next day! The tent ‘shushing’ started at 5:45am and continued at 10 minute intervals until 6:30am when the adults admitted defeat 🏳️ 🥴
EYFS Farm Trip - 15th, 16th and 17th May
Our EYFS children took a trip to the farm. Each class took it in turns to visit the farm across 3 days. They had glorious weather and a wonderful day.
The highlight for many children was a trip on the tractor and its enormous trailer. The cows got SO close! 🚜🐮
The children also went pond dipping and fed pellets to the lambs. The met some well-behaved chickens and made dens in the woods 🪵 🐔 🐑
We are always proud to take our children out into the community and EYFS was no exception. Huge thanks to Lyecross Farm for providing a fantastic experience for our children.
EYFS Police Visit - 21st March 2024
Our Reception classes had a visit from the police yesterday. Children learnt about the important role that the police have in the community. They also enjoyed trying on the uniform and exploring the police van.
A big thank you to Avon and Somerset Police for taking the time to visit us and make the morning so much fun for the children 🤩
Year 1 Worle Walk - 19th March 2024
As part of their learning in history, Year 1 have been on a walk up Worle High Street this week. The children have explored how some buildings have changed over time, and how some still look the same after over 100 years!
Next time you're walking/driving to school, ask your children to see if they can spot the changes we saw on our walk!
Year 1 Visit from North Somerset Birds of Prey Centre - 21st February 2024
What a hoot Year 1 had this week! 🦉
We have started reading "Owl, Bat, Bat, Owl" by Marie-Louise Fitzpatrick and in the coming weeks, we will be writing Owl fact files and writing our own versions of the story.
To help inspire us, Brandon and Isla from North Somerset Bird of Prey Centre came to school to tell us all about owls and even brought some owls, feathers and eggs along with them to show us.
We loved seeing them up close and learning learning about them.
Here are some of our favourite Owl facts.
Did you know not all owls are nocturnal? Owls with bright yellow eyes wake in the day. Owls with dark eyes, wake at night.
Some people think owls can turn their heads all the way around. However, they can only turn them 270 degrees.
The species "Little owls" have markings on the back of their head that look like eyes. This is to scare off their predators.
Some owls have whiskers around their bills which work like cat whiskers.
Year 1 Visit from Noah’s Ark Zoo Farm - 6th February 2024
Year 1 had a very special visit from Noah's Ark Zoo Farm. The zookeepers showed the children lots of different animals and artefacts. The children worked together to classify them into the five groups of vertebrates.
They impressed the zookeepers so much their our knowledge!
This was the first of 3 special experiences with expert visitors that have been arranged for the Y1 children at school. Next… birds of prey!
🔎 👀 🥬 🐢 🐌 🪳 🥬 🪳 🐌 🐢 🥬 👀 🔍
Year 3 Trip to Bristol Museum - 21st November 2023
Year 3 made it to Bristol Museum on Friday and had a wonderful time! The children loved exploring the museum’s exhibitions and the mystery boxes in their Ancient Egypt workshop
They were so very well-behaved that they were complimented by the museum staff and members of the public.
A big thank you to the staff at Bristol Museum & Art Gallery for looking after us so well and for such an engaging workshop on Ancient Egypt, and to the parent volunteers who came along for the day.
Well done Year 3 - you continue to make us proud! ⭐️
