Thank you all so much for your help and support over half term with our volcano project. The children brought in their model/cake of a volcano over the last two days and we had a fantastic exhibition of them after school today.

All the children have put an enormous amount of effort into their models and cakes and should be very proud of the end products. As some parents commented, no two volcanoes were the same, everyone had a different idea. It was so good to see all the different ways of representing a volcano.

Please take time to have a look at all the lovely volcanoes in the following pictures and leave us a comment about them.


Education City Due Thursday 9th March 2017

English (Causal conjunctions) Due Friday 10th March 2017

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Spellings Week Commencing 13.02.2017

The spellings for this week are as follows:

Mrs Rorke and Mrs White’s groups:  shoulder, signature, sincere, sincerely, soldier

Mrs Davies and Miss Cole’s groups:  perhaps, popular, position, possess, possession

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More Diaries

This week we have been busy writing our second diary entries – when the expedition leader had gone off to try and get help to rescue the stranded crewmen who were sheltering in a makeshift camp of upturned lifeboats and canvas.

Meanwhile we have been typing up and editing our first entry, so here are a few more of these.

Dear diary

Another boring day stuck inside our lonely, Icy prison. Outside the howling winter wind continues to batter our ship. We are still stuck in the ice cold pack ice held fast by the cruel, sharp fingers of ice. I fear the timbers are breaking or weakening as the days go by. However, I know that we will survive, Endurance is going to break free. It will break free won’t it?

Shackleton insists that we go out in groups to do stuff. Running around is nice and we take the dogs for walks -we also get some exercise – my dog is called Luna because she is as white as the Luna moon, and as beautiful. We also built dog loos – igloos for dogs where they can sleep – we built them out on the pack ice for all the dogs because with everyone inside it is too cramped for the dogs to be there to. I cut out blocks of ice by using our chainsaw.

After we built dog- loos we also set up cosy tents on the floe to give us some cover from the annoying, cold as ice wind while we are working out there on the floe. We normally take temperatures; counting or cataloguing the epic wildlife  – I spotted three seals today and a rare snowy owl – and we also measure and take temperatures of the howling freezing wind and record it.

While we are not outside we are stuck in the warm cosy ship (Endurance). Sometimes I just sit down and listen to the sounds around me; the laughing from downstairs; the creaking of timbers; and the hard pack ice outside. Most of the time we are playing rummy and telling funny, practical jokes. I managed today, after a massive attempt, to finally get my hands on the banjo. I wondered how old Jimmy managed to get it all the time. So today I went in his cabin, we are not meant to go in other people’s property/cabin but it was urgent I needed the banjo for once. I found it under his bed, no wonder he managed to get it all the time, and I rushed down the stairs and started a merry song. We stayed up till 12 today and I am lying here at 1 still writing.

As cold as ice as we are, I know that even if we do not make it through with Endurance we will survive. But I know that we will break free, sometimes it takes some time to move, pack ice. We also chat sometimes about what is happening back home and the war we left behind. I also wonder about the loved ones I left behind. I hope they are ok and are not dead. I am depending on my wife to make me some hot soup when I get home so it would be heart breaking if they are actually dead, but I believe they are alive and well.

Quickly Endurance break free from the lonely prison. Break free and we can carry on with our epic adventure. Endurance will break free won’t it? We will break free and carry on with this adventure, I know we will. It is only a matter of time, as I said, we will survive I know it in my heart.

By Hallam Wakeford

Dear diary

Today [super early]I took the scruffy dogs for a cold walk over the ice. After, I went to go and see the boss when I was stopped by Joe, “want a game of cards tonight I beat you I will win!” he said with a smug face.

“Ok,” I said, walking away quickly. We all know Joe cheats at cards, he said it himself.

When I came to the boss’s door I was stopped again [its getting annoying now] It was Jake!

He told me that the boss was busy so I went to go and get some food from the cook. As sung as a woolly bear I sang and ate my tummy filling meal, I had a smile on my face.

I didn’t bother to go and play cards with Joe, I know it’s a bit mean but last time he made a fool out of me! So instead I sat by the deck with my cigarette alone [I like being alone, it helps me think]

Well I am going to sleep I hope we get out of the ice so we can carry on with our ADVENTURE!!!


By Arwen Booty

Ice trap


Dear diary

Another day stuck in the ice. Bashing against the boat the wind howled fiercly. While the pack ice joins together it starts to get colder very quickly, it feels like an ice prison here.

We had to walk the dogs, it made everyone angry because they did not want to get frost bite. But they did walk the dogs anyway. I got bored very quickly as well as the others so we played poker (cards) we played music too and sang (it’s quite boring).

When we go to sleep its very annoying how cold it is so we wrap up warm. Ernest Shackleton keeps saying things that I don’t even understand. He told us that it won’t be long now, but things didn’t go as well as planed – the ice is beating us. And Endurance cannot get through the ice working together we are now sending work parties out. We all hope tomorrow will be the day we all go home. I don’t think so, the ice sparkles like twinkling stars. It’s a huge place. We’re all quite sad because we might never see our beloved family ever again but there will be a way to get home.

We all wonder what the future will bring. It’s an inhospitable land and we don’t like it one little bit. Break free Endurance, break free from the bitter cold ice, we all want to adventure around Antarctica.

By Bella Wright

Dear Diary

Many days on the ice. Our powering ship is losing the everlasting battle of wind and snow. We are safe and happy in the ship, the outside is a bone chilling wind. At the moment I am cleaning my fishing rod down below deck; it’s an icy wasteland out there. I’m feeling really optimistic, I have to hunt for our miniscule rations to keep them safe enough for each person to get a meal. We set up tents outside to store food for when a snowstorm comes. At the moment I’m playing the banjo (I’m good.)

Today was really bad, we were attacked by a polar bear. It destroyed our tents, but I caught it. Sadly I had to kill it (he just wanted food). We are all back on the boat now. We are all feeling great, the bear was so tasty. I ended up playing many games of darts. Before I went to bed I had to check the supplies one last time for stowaways.

Day 12 in the ice: we are running low on rations. Its winter so all the animals have hidden away so we are not able to hunt for food. I’m the fisherman, so I get fish through a small hole in the side of the boat. I only got 12 today, not enough for everyone but we don’t mind about it. Shackleton said we have to sleep fully clothed. The storm is battering the ship, but we are all hopeful that we will survive.

Sadly we are many miles from the war we left behind hoping our families are okay.

Our dangerously low rations just grew a bit, we found a seal to eat so we were full. When we are not on the ice white fields of ice we salvage wood and things from the flooded areas of Endurance: a once royal ship but now a desperate rusted wind whacked wooden box of rats.

As worried as a patient waiting for an amputation our minds are racing, we play cards to occupy our minds for an evening of hopefulness. We are all trying to stay happy and hopeful when we are eating thinking is this our last meal? Will we survive till tomorrow, we must, or die an icy death.

By Joe Startup


Maths work on Division Rules is Due Monday 13th February 2017.

Education City Due Wednesday 15th February 2017.

English writing – Show don’t tell – Due Friday 17th February 2017.

Also, please remember it is our Class Assembly on Wednesday 15th February at 9.15am, all parents are very welcome. The children will need their PE kits for this assembly.

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The spellings for week commencing 06.02.2017 are as follows for the groups:

Mrs Rorke and Mrs White:  restaurant, rhyme, rhythm, sacrifice, secretary.

Mrs Davies and Miss Cole:  often, opposite, ordinary, particular, peculiar.

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Ice Trap Diaries

Over the past few weeks we have bee studying the book Ice Trap by Meredith Hooper. This tells the story of Ernest Shackleton’s expedition to walk across Antarctica in 1914 and his courageous rescue mission when things went wrong.

The children have been writing diary entries as one of the crew on the expedition. We have completed an entry at the beginning of the expedition, when the crew were drifting on the ship Endurance, stuck in the pack ice.

Here are some of the children’s diaries.

Eloise Winnan Dear Diary ice trap

Maddy Kirby Ice Trap Diary

Luke Permain ICE TRAP

Jamie Rigault Ice Trap

Leave us a post and let us know what you think of our writing. Also look out for our second diary entries in a few weeks time when we will be writing towards the end of the expedition when the men are waiting on Elephant Island for Shackleton to rescue them.


Whole school task to design a shield for the child’s team. Due Tuesday 28th February 2017.

Education City – Science. Due Wednesday 8th February 2017.

Science – create a fact file about Sir Isaac Newton. Due Friday 10th February 2017

Maths work will be given on Monday 6th February, to be due on Monday 13th February 2017.


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Spellings week commencing 30.01.2017

Here are the spellings for week commencing 30.01.2017:

Mrs Rorke and Mrs White’s groups:     programme,  pronunciation,  queue, recognise, recommend.

Mrs Davies and Miss Cole’s groups:  natural,  naughty,  notice,  occasion,  occasionally.

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Spelling week commencing 16.01.2017

Here are the group spellings for this week:

Mrs Rorke’s and Mrs White’s Group:  nuisance, occupy, occur, opportunity, parliament

Mrs Davies and Miss Coles’ Group:  interest, island, knowledge, learn, length


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New Year

Welcome back and a Happy New Year to all.

The children have already been working hard in lessons this term and are fully settled back into the new term. We will be posting about the work we have been doing shortly, but for now, here is some information about homework.

Year 5 Homework.

Education City Due Wednesday 18th January 2017.

English Homework Due Monday 16th January 2017. This is a selection of sentences and paragraphs of writing where the punctuation is missing. The children have to decide where the punctuation goes and rewrite the texts using correct punctuation. Your child should bring a copy of this home on Wednesday to do. In case they mislay it, it can be downloaded here:

punctuation homework blog

Any questions about the homework, please come and speak to either Mrs Rorke or Mrs White.

Thank you.


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Crime Scene

Mr Stanley was called to the music and drama room this morning at playtime. When he returned he was ashen-faced. This is what he saw:

Year 5 and Year 6 pupils were called to the music and drama room in their role as journalists to investigate the scene. Their findings today were as follows:

  • There was an outline of a person on the floor
  • Drumsticks were placed next to the hands
  • A snare drum had been pushed over
  • A music sheet on the floor was covered in blood (it turned out to be red paint)
  • The sheet music was Kashmir by Led Zeppelin
  • There were no other signs of damage in the room
  • Mr Staunton, the drumming teacher, was seen running up the concourse last Tuesday.
  • Mr Haycock was very angry at Mr Staunton for breaking the school rules.
  • Mr Haycock has been very moody recently.
  • Mr Staunton was seen leaving the school unhurt.

Initial theories are that Mr Haycock created this scene to send out a clear warning to Mr Staunton not to break the school rules. However, many of the young journalists think that Mr Haycock must have had some help. The additional suspects are:

  • Mrs Horrocks as paint was found on the scene and she is an art teacher
  • Mr Stanley as he is Mr Haycock’s friend and they are always talking together
  • Mrs Myers as she is a stickler for rules and will punish anyone who breaks them

Mr Haycock has consented to an interview tomorrow morning where the children will have an opportunity to have their questions answered.


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Indiana Jones

As part of our narrative unit in English we have been writing the opening of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. To get us started, we watched the first few minutes of the film, then planned our writing.

We were concentrating on putting prepositional phrases at the start of our sentences as well as using other words, such as verbs and similes to start sentences to vary our writing. Here are some examples of the children’s work.

Indiana Jones by Ben Boyle

Indiana Jones glanced across the gloomy, forgotten hallway at his loyal assistant, Santiago. He didn’t seem troubled at all. The slightly shorter, potbellied, dwarf- man tried to step forward, but Indiana stopped him. “What’s the matter, Senior,” said Santiago, “There’s nothing to fear here! We can just walk up to the glistening, golden Idol and take it! Right now!”  He tried to move forward again, but this time Indiana aggressively shoved him against the century old wall.

“That’s what scares me!” Indiana told him, fear blazing in his eyes. On top of a grimy, white marble pillar, the legendary golden Idol shone powerfully, as if to beckon them, to come to it. It looked like a Pharaoh on a royal throne- well, if you count a cold, moss covered pillar as a royal throne.


Yanking a torch off the wall, Indiana scraped away a patch of moss off the floor. Instantly, as Indiana pressed the torch against a stone on the floor, quicker than the speed of light, an arrow shot out of the wall, like a bullet coming out of a sniper rifle, but instead, coming out of a creepy face in the cold, mossy wall. A shiver went down Indiana’s spine, as the arrow embedded itself in the torch. “Hold this,” announced Indiana, holding out the torch.

“Whatever you say, Senior,” Santiago said, taking the torch. Stepping carefully, Indiana bounded over to the idol.  From his threadbare, leather satchel, Indiana took a drawstring bag, full of sand. Opening the bag, Indiana took a handful of golden grains, letting it trickle through his open fingers. Thinking that the bag was light enough, he prepared to swap the idol for the bag of sand. The whole world seemed to stand still…

Santiago was rubbing his hands, thinking about money. Swapping them over, Indiana swapped them. Breathing like a panther, he took off his dust covered, cowboy hat, readjusted it, and put it back on his head. The pillar that the idol was on began to sink; the cave began to collapse. Rocks fell from the ceiling and arrows shot out of the walls as he ran back to his assistant, who was desperately trying to swing across a  pit in the ground. As he landed, the branch broke, the branch that Indiana’s whip was attached to. Suddenly, the door began to close. “Throw me the whip!” Indiana pleaded.

“Throw me the idol first!” Santiago replied. The door was almost closed now. “Throw me the idol! No time to argue!” He repeated. So Indiana threw him the expensive, golden idol.

Indiana Jones by Maddy Kirby

Indiana stared into the dark, dank cave; the glittering, gold idol sparkling at the end of the mossy cave. His assistant (a greasy man with olive skin and hair as black as night), mumbled “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“That’s what scares me,” muttered Indiana.

Slowly he knelt down and scrapped the mud brown dirt off of a mossy rock to revel a deep crack at the edge of the rock. Carefully he butted the mossy rock with the end of his club like stick. With the sound like wind being sucked through a straw a silvery arrow shot out of a golden mask and with a thud like a stone being dropped in a lake the arrow embedded itself in to the thick wood. Indiana slowly and very carefully crept across to where the golden Idol sat like a king on a throne – well a mossy stone podium really. He pulled a leather satchel full of sand out of his pocket. Carefully, he tipped a hand full of sand onto the patted floor. Quickly, he switched the leather bag filled with gritty sand and the shimmering idol. He tipped his muddy, brown hat and started to strut back to his assistant. Suddenly the stone podium started to go down. Boulders crashed down. Skilfully Indiana dashed through the cave. “Throw me the idol,” cried his assistant.

“What!” Indiana yelled back.

“Throw me the idol and I’ll throw you the whip.”

He chucked the idol. “Adios,” and the assistant ducked out of the closing door…

Indiana Jones by Freddie Livingstone

Indiana and his assistant slowly entered into the dark and gloomy cave.

The assistant said “There’s nothing to fear here.”

“That’s what scares me,” Indiana said throwing the assistant to the mossy wall. Indiana got a big torch; he scraped the mud

and pushed down the stone. Suddenly an arrow shot out of the wall, hitting the edge of the torch. Indiana carefully tiptoed to the idol. He stared at the idol closely. He took a handful of sand out of his bag to make it the same weight as the idol. Then he switched the bag with the idol quickly. He shrugged his hat, slowly the bag of sand went down with the podium. Then the cave came crashing, Indiana ran back to the entrance, arrows flying everywhere. Fearlessly Indiana’s assistant swung across the gap with the whip. The wall began to close off. Indiana stupidly lobed the golden Idol to his assistant who escaped, leaving Indiana trapped.

Indiana Jones by Samir Hussain.

Indiana Jones ran into the gloomy dark cave looking through the deep rotten hallway. His friend, who looked very skinny, said unthoughtfully “There is nothing to be scared of.” Indiana replied, “That’s what I fear,” whilst pushing his assistant against the slimy, mucky wall. Grasping a wooden soggy torch he prodded about with the stick, finding a booby-trap and activating it. The arrow shot out like a rocket piercing the damp stick.

His assistant looked shocked; Indiana turned to him with a grin on his face. He whispered “Stay back!” Indiana carefully stepped through, moving towards the glittering golden idol, avoiding the traps. Pulling out a bag of sand from his long warn jacket shaking his fingers he quickly switched them over, turning back to his assistant. Suddenly they had the whole roof collapsing on top of them as he dodged the shooting arrows which were as sharp as a sharks tooth. Santiago quickly sprinted to the dull entrance, holding the lashing whip in happiness that they’ve got the glittering golden idol. “I need the whip,” yelled Indy!

“Only if you pass me the idol first. Come on, we don’t have time to argue.”

So Indiana lobed over the dazzling glimmering idol. “Now give me the whip!” Indiana yelled in disbelief that Santiago would abandon him.

Indiana Jones by Emilie James

Indiana Jones looked at the golden idol with greed in his face and his grubby assistant by his side.

“There is nothing to fear here,” said the grubby old man.

“That’s what scares me,” Indiana replied, with a shaky voice. Indiana scraped off a bit of lose dirt from the odd pavement slab, underneath the dirt there was a sharp start of a rock, Indiana placed the torch on to the trap and an arrow shot out of it. He passed the torch to his assistant. Indiana carefully tiptoed up to the golden shiny idol, making sure he didn’t step on any of the Booby trapped stepping stones.  He was trying to be as quick as a cheetah (trying not to step on any thorns). He had a bag of sand and tipped some out of it. Then he got ready to replace it, quickly he took the idol off and replaced it with the bag of sand. He rearranged his dusty old cowboy hat that he always wore. Arrows started to fire; the cave started to collapse. Indiana’s assistant found a long whip, he swung across the crack and said, “Adios,” and left Indiana all alone.

Indiana Jones by Ella Groves

Indiana looked down the long gloomy corridor behind him. When suddenly the grubby man said, “There is nothing to fear Indiana.”

“That’s what I’m scared of,” replied Indiana staring at the shiny idol. Suddenly he realised there was a stepping stone trap so he got a stone and placed it on the grubby trap and then an arrow shot out on to the rock, “Stay there,” shouted Indiana.

“OK,” replied the grubby man.

Suddenly Indiana started walking closer and closer and closer until he could not get any closer to the mossy golden shiny idol. Then he got a bag of heavy sand and pored some out so nobody would know he had swapped the sand with the idol.

And as soon as he turned round the stadium started to come down. Arrows, rocks and more started shooting out. “Pass me the idle,” said the grubby man.

“No, pass me the whip,” said Indiana. So they both passed the whip and the idol to each other.

“Leave me I will be fine,” shouted Indiana.

“OK,” said the grubby man. He just got out, leaving Indiana alone.

Half Term Homework.

Maths work on multiples and factors Due Tuesday 1st November 2016.

English – write an alternative start to a favourite story. Due Tuesday 1st November 2016.

Education City Due Friday 4th November 2016.

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