Here are some images and a  short poem written by an 8th Grade student about the school trip to Nettlecombe

 

Bus ride, Hey! Didn’t the driver miss that turn?

Manor house with singing stairs, creaking and moaning.

I’ll bet the stairs didn’t sing in the B&B!

Classes in the Pond Lab, Riffles? Pools?

A day on the Moor, I now know riffles and pools.

A night at the cinema, MI3… Did you hear that noise?

Another day in Lynmouth, a disastrous crash of two rivers,

In the past there were deaths, but now all is remade and calm.

Another night by the campfire, ghost stories not as scary as the stairs.

A final day by the shore, fossils, stones, anemones and bones.

A final night of music, crashing chords and gummi bears.

Bus ride, home.  Hey! 

Driver, please don’t miss the turn.