Tuesday, 7 May 2019
Headmaster's Blog #42
Guilt built and then subsided with the soothing effects of being on holiday. My weekly blog fell into a ditch and failed to climb out in the second half of last term. The usual story, events overtook me and I just couldn’t find the time to write each weekend. This is a shame as there was plenty to write about, not least the blustery and rather cold, slow arrival of Spring, in tandem with the glorious production of Joseph and his Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat. This year we involved the whole school to some extent. The younger ones helping with the chorus numbers having learnt them in timetabled lessons. So the final, production week was the first change Mrs Eynon and Mr Dunham had had to put all the moving parts together. Excitement levels were high and kept building and when it came to the three performances, things could not have gone better. The cast were superb and the lead singers did themselves extremely proud. I loved every minute of every performance and felt more than a tinge of sadness come the last night, and the final applause. So much goes into a production like this from so many quarters, and more than ever it absorbed the whole school. Therefore it seems a pity when it finally has to come to an end. However, this, I suspect, has always been true of successful shows, and like in a love affair, true love cannot but be accompanied by something sad and tinged with pain – that intensity cannot be maintained forever, and has to burn bright and die.
Anyway, it was a great finale to the term and a real credit to all those concerned. It will be hard to follow next year, but the children never fail to amaze with their ability to step up to the challenge and dazzle again.
The grounds, even if I do say so myself, have been looking beautiful and hats off to our grounds team. The daffodils have gone on and on, and I have never known the primroses last in full bloom for so many weeks. It must be the warm sun followed by cold and rain that has given everything its longevity. No-one told the tadpoles, who have hatched, but in far smaller numbers than last year in the Pulham ponds. I am hoping that this might mean that the voracious ducks do not spot them and we may have rather more reach full froghood than usual.
On returning from a short tour of Athens and the Peloponnese I noticed that the first bluebells are breaking out. The high pressure is giving us masses of lovely light, but it has been really quite cold, so one has to be active outside either gardening or walking, or enjoying it from behind a large window.
I have been having fun with my new chainsaw and the accompanying bonfire and am about to disappear north for more of the same, I hope.
The Ski trip looked (on Instagram) and sounded (from emails) like it was a great success. Lots of fun was clearly had, the skiing was good and the weather lovely (bar one day). I’m afraid I was asleep when they departed, but did witness the high excitement levels earlier in the evening. If even half of these were demonstrated in Austria, it will have been a high energy trip.
I must admit that I am looking forward to returning to Abberley at the end of the holidays by when our new cricket nets should have been set up, pitches ready for pre-season and our first cricket matches and the grounds occupied by the Vikings. We are pleased to be hosting the annual gathering (there is probably a Norse word for this, but I don’t know it) of Viking re-enactors. If they take a liking to the site, which is not impossible, especially at this time of year, it could make the start of term more interesting than usual; our big weekend, first back, could be bigger than planned!