Boaty McBoat Farce!

It's been one of those stories... the public, in its infinite and wonderfully tongue in cheek wisdom, has chosen the one name for the new polar research vessel that the NERC probably didn't want. And now, of course, there is much wriggling and re-thinking and it looks like Mcboatface will never quite make it.

What shame! Didn't we vote for this? Yeah, we did! The NERC should honour its commitment! Boaty would have sailed with such support and such affection - it's a lost opportunity for engagement between scientific research and us ordinary guys out there. Boo you, NERC!

More Great Writing!

Here's more great writing from our Year 4 star, Amelia:

Beach

The peach sand frizzled under the turquoise sky, while in the distance the glistening sea formed huge waves.
The white feathers of the seagulls sparked in the sunlight.
The sea water splashing onto the shore smelt of salt.
The sun reached out on to the rocky hills.
Nearly in the brilliant blue rock pools, golden fishes raced.
As the light faded, the sunset skipped into a rainbow.
Above the clouds, the cobweb moon gazed at the dazzling planets.

Love this! Amelia explored two things which made such a difference to her writing: different sentence starters, and powerful verbs.

Favourite sentence: the sunset skipped into a rainbow. Beautiful! (to use a word we have banned in our sessions!)

Young Writers showcase

As promised - some fine descriptive writing from young writers - this time Amelia, year 4.

Enjoy!

The Monstrous Night… by Amelia

Once upon a time there was a field. The bright green grass swayed in the shimmering wind. The spreading branches trembled in the blue-sky breeze. The warm wind flowed in between the emerald green blades of grass, while the golden sun glowed. Autumn coloured leaves flew through turquoise air.

           

In the field was a scarecrow. He was loving, happy and a giant smile on his face.

            

That night there was a monstrous storm. Fierce lightning flashed while dark rain poured in the ebony night. The powerful wind prowled like wolves howling and growling. The wolf wind grabbed the leaves and tossed them in the air. It pulled on the scarecrow’s straw. It spun him round and round. It stole the scarecrow’s torn hat and scarf. The wind tugged at his head and his arms until he was torn apart and laying on the grass in peace.