The thistles bloom at the edge of the woods where the blackberries are ripening.
The soccer pitch is silent and no-one is cheering from the bench.
The flag droops in the heat and the car park behind Kenyon is empty.
It is summer at school.
But the owl is still watching from the roof.
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The two-forty-five express — Paddington to Market Blandings, first stop Oxford—stood at its piatform with…
Changing your mind is perfectly normal—and often essential. After all, it’s what education is all…
One childhood ritual during the days between Christmas and the return to school was the…
“That woman is pursued by demons,” Wally Brigley, the Board chair, declared as he settled…
“You look about as festive as a radish sandwich,” Midge had said. And she wasn’t…
