Trig bagged

What. A. Day.

Gosh, can't it just be summer every single day?! You can fit so much in when it's light for so long. Utterly glorious.

The morning was rather manic and passed quickly in a fog of script writing, lesson planning, crown purchasing and general panic about our lack of preparedness for this afternoon. This is about my seventh or eighth year of running transition work in primary schools and I've never gone into it so unprepared.

Thankfully, this afternoon was wonderful and there was no need to panic, especially with SS and Martin on board. We did a brilliant KS2 assembly and then an hour with fifty year sixes.

Just the one awkward moment.
Me: 'I LOVE FOOD'
Year 6 girl: 'You look like you do'
Me: 'I'm sorry, did you just say I look like I do?!'
Year 6 girl: Embarrassed giggles.

Then at the end of the lesson, year 6 girl came over and said thank you to us for coming. She clarified that I had misheard her and she had actually said that I look like Salma Hayek. I told her that was much better.

Post-work boot shopping with Fletch, who showed me up with her ability to speedily and efficiently buy shoes.

Then onto the Stiperstones with daddio! Such fun! We walked and we talked and we rock climbed and we trig bagged, all in glorious sunshine. Absolutely amazing. The shoes were wonderful. I had considered them for their waterproofness and style and fit but hadn't once looked at the soles (amateur). Amazing! I was leaping about the rocks and they just clung to them. Brilliant!

We managed to get back to the car before the heavens opened! By the time we got to Pontesbury the force of the water had pushed a manhole cover up and parts of the road were completely submerged.

Back to Shrewsbury for a well earned pint and then fish and chips eaten overlooking the river severn. Perfection.