A few weeks ago, when term was in and we were still in the midst of a heatwave, I took a trip to Broadstairs. Just me, some mums and teachers and 90 Reception children. There was much splashing, hunting in rock pools, digging in sand and general five year old merriment. It was a fitting end to a fabulous first year of school.


As you can see, we weren’t the only ones who had the idea of hitting the beach.







When the kids tired of digging, there was always the trampoline. Or other more leisurely pursuits…



I was rather taken with Broadstairs. It had a bucket and spade, old world charm. I wanted to tie a handkerchief on my head and kick back with a massive portion of fish and chips. I will return. Perhaps with less children next time.


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