The More It Snows Tiddly Pom

What is it about snow that reverts us all to a state of childhood excitement?

Maybe it is because here in sunny and mild Kent it snows so rarely and certainly not in the quantity that we have recently had.

Maybe it is because we all long to go back to that place where our main concerns were who we were going to play with and whether our pocket money would stretch to the Beano and a packet of sherbert lemons.

Whatever the reasons, all I know is that on Thursday 7th January despite a rather nerve jarring drive into School from Whitstable, all concerns about the return journey were forgotton for half an hour as the Junior School, staff and pupils headed out to play in the wonderfully, crisp, deep, gleaming white snow.

The battlelines were drawn and rules of body shots only were given. Then armed with well compacted snow balls the boys, Mr Perry, Mr Spencer and Mr Bithel-Vaughn got ready. A few meters away, the girls, Mrs Baker, Mrs Danes, Mrs Cohen and myself duly gathered our weapons and took aim. With no audible signal, the battle began.

Mr Perry made the mistake of targeting last year's rounders captain and was soon under a barrage of very well aimed snowballs! Very soon, pupils and staff, their faces alight with smiles and laughter, were peppered with snow and it was exhaustion, not boredom, that converted the energies of all into the making of giant snowmen, creating snow angels and generally running around and falling over in the wonderful, white, crunchy stuff we call snow.

I would like to thank Mrs Sadler, who braved the cold to take these wonderful pictures. To see more, visit 'The Picture Gallery'.

To close, I would like to quote from a great philosopher and fellow snow lover, Winnie-the-Pooh

By Mrs Topping