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  • I travelled south of Enniskillen today on a very rainy morning. I was very grateful when the bus driver delivered me to the front gates of the village school, instead of the bus stop much further down the road.

    I was still soaked through though by the time I got to reception. Yes this was a bigger, smarter, brighter school with many more resources than the two classroom school that I visited yesterday, but the children did not have the vitality the smaller school had.

    Perhaps the children’s behaviour reflects their teacher’s attitude because the female teacher had a very placid plodding personality whereas yesterday’s headmaster was quiet strict but had a sharp sense of humour.

    I came armed with more words for the five senses today and put the ingredients for the children to smell, (orange zest, lemon zest, yeast spread, grated onion, honey, and garlic) into tiny containers I bought going home yesterday rather than recycled spice jars.

    I learned about life on the farm in Derrilyn from today’s children.

    “I woke up hearing the cockerel crowing.”

    “I live on the top of a hill, not as steep as a mountain, but very high.”

    “I ran down the stairs and fortunately did not fall and break my neck.”

    “My dad woke me up by switching on the light and I dragged myself out of bed.”

    I will psych myself up to do an all dancing jumping around workshop in two weeks.

    To return home I had to wait for the bus from Dublin, which was late. I don’t mind waiting for busses but I was annoyed that there was no seat for me to rest on.

    So I did walking on the spot exercises and stretches, when I thought no one was looking. I stood by a tree in the sunshine, listening to birds singing in the trees. Was that a curlew I heard?
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