A week of telling stories, hearing stories and discovering that there are monsters under the floorboards of one classroom while another class went on a school trip and didn't bother to come home again (they sent postcards), and that the long tussocks of grass are really the hair of the grumpy Grass Goblins with noses like lumps of mud, eyes like pebbles and ears like curved bits of stone
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| shaping stories |
Day upon day, I am caught
By the sudden beauty of of sunsets
That glow across the clouds and throw
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| no sunset photos but Elgin Cathedral is magnificent! |
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| gates, doors, openings.... |
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| and on the beach at Nairn, we sailed driftwood boats in a sand-eel lagoon |
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