Silly Season

It's going quite quickly this week.

Year 9 have been walking, camping, kayaking, rafting and sleeping. A bit like being on holiday.
Year 10, poor things, are in normal lessons. It's being at at school.
Year 11 get up late, have a swim or a game of tennis, and, for one or two, do a little work for their last exams next week. A bit like semi-retirement.
Year 12 get up early and catch the bus to work. They come back looking tired. A bit like the next forty years - ah, sorry, fifty: they won't even be  be  semi-retiring as early as me.

Staff are writing reports, muttering happily each time there's a three second power cut which wipes their words, and trying to remember what's going on next.

Matrons are trying to  encourage boys to keep things tidy and start thinking about packing.

Two Burr tutors are watching the forecast for tomorrow afternoon, gauging the river conditions for their Henley qualifiying races: good luck to Mr Mackworth-Praed, Diamond sculler, and Mr Armstong and three other teachers in the Staff Four.

Louis Miller-Bains has been coxing the Marlow RC Four, including Mr Tom Rendell, every evening this week after a hard day at the bank.

Mr Starr has been out camping with year 9 from other Houses and will be walking back with them this morning, through the rain which I hope will clear by the time Burr boys come for their CCF taster morning in which they will learn a little taste of why the Royal Navy is the Senior Service.