January Wind

No, not the leftover Christmas sprouts, but some brilliant descriptive 'windy' writing by our young authors. Get a load of this:

Wolf Wind

The wind howls at the racing skies like a lunatic wolf.
It pounds across the stone-cold path.
The freezing grass quivers.
The moon hides.
The wolf-wind shadow scares.
I scream; my voice gets swallowed in the gust of fierce wind.
Gone...

That's by  Ellie, and we love it! Year 6, no less.

And while we're here - a quick mention for our Memoir Workshop running on 22nd January at #Judsons Wine Bar, Pocklington. A good time will be had by all, we hope - we'll be doing our best to unlock all those childhood memories and put them to good use.

Cheers!