Be thankful

Today was a last,

The last day I go to the school thanksgiving at the little chapel inthe valley with one of my own chidren. Gwion starts in high school and next year for the first time in 14 years I will have no children in the little valley primary school.

When Bethan started it was almost a primary school for the local well to do. People living over the mountain who would not dream of sending their lovely well brought up children to mix it in the local primary which was a bit too working class for them.

Children have come and children have gone, the school is now largely full of children of the tied together clique of families that live at the top end of the valley and another sort of exclusiveness and exclusion has crept in.

It has delivered an at times excellent and at times barely adequate education for my own children and has been the making of three looked after children for whom it's small school small class teaching was exactly right

But today was the cwrdd diolchgarwch the annual ordeal by chapel, and it's done and over.

Next the Xmas concert then the summer fete where a school of 20 students usually raises a 4 figure sum of money for school funds.

The writing for the school, like all small schools, is of course on the wall but my children survived it.

Then it was home and chainsawing, really nasty chainsawing little bits of wood in high winds with dust going everywhere.

UGH

I'm off to do the banking quick before she says we need to do more.

R