“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom friend of the maturing sun;”
John Keats Ode to Autumn (1819)
John Keats Ode to Autumn (1819)
Early morning mowing in the mist, and then…
…lunch in the sunlight.
Today the 7th and 8th grade set off for their outdoor education trip to Frost Valley
Checking the passports
Waiting to load the bus
Loading up
The final check
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The final check
And in the Upper School (who begin their trip to Clearpool tomorrow) because today was designated international “talk like a pirate day” it was necessary to dress the part:
