Dark days!
There's something dark lurking around the corner...
Just around the corner from our fabulous school is the very site where, for over 600 years, executions took place! The last execution took place in England in 1964 which is really not that long ago. Large crowds were attracted to Tyburn, a small village outside London (now where Marble Arch is). The very place you pass every day.
You can see the stone memorial that marks where the Tyburn Tree used to stand. It was also the tree upon which Oliver Cromwell was hanged in 1661...
Gruesome.
Wake in the dark and leave school in the dark? Does this make you feel SAD?
Seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is an actual seasonal disorder sometimes called "winter depression". Symptoms often begin in the autumn as the days start getting shorter. Make the most of your lunch passes and head outdoors to catch some of that all important light!
THE SIGNS ... AUTUMNAL THINGS
Just a tad bit late but oh well, check to see if it's true!
Aries (21 March - 19 April)
Corn mazes
Taurus (20 April - 20 May)
Wearing big comfy sweaters
Gemini (21 May - 20 June)
Layering clothes
Cancer (21 June - 22 July)
Warm smells
Leo (23 July - 22 August)
Soup!
Virgo (23 August - 22 September)
Colourful leaves
Libra (23 September - 22 October)
Hot apple cider
Scorpio (23 October - 21 November)
Baking pies
Sagittarius (22 November - 21 December)
Halloween
Capricorn (22 December - 19 January)
Scented candles
Aquarius (20 January - 18 February)
Pumpkin patches
Pisces (19 February - 20 March)
The sound of crunching leaves
On a lighter note...a London poem by Sir John Betjeman
How beautiful the London air, how calm and unalarming
This height above the archway where the prospects round are charming.
Oh come and take a stroll with me and do not fear to stumble.
Great Cumberland, your place I see, I hear your traffic rumble.
See Oxford Street on my left hand, a chasm full of shopping.
Below us traffic lights command the starting and the stopping.
And on my right the spacious park, so infinitely spacious,
So pleasant when it isn’t dark but when it is - good gracious!
What carriages below these skies came rolling by on Mondays.
What church parades would greet the eyes here in Hyde Park on Sundays.
And trodden by unheeding feet a spot which memory hallows:
Where Edgware Road meets Oxford Street stood Tyburn’s fearsome gallows.
What martydoms this place has seen, what deeds much better undone.
Yet still the greatest crime has been the martyrdom of London.
For here where once were pleasant fields and no one in a hurry
Behold the harvest Mammon yields of speed and greed and worry.
The rights of man, the rights of cash, the left, the right, the centre;
Come on, let’s off and make a dash, and meet it where we enter
The road that no-one looks upon, except as birds of passage:
Oh Edgware Road be our abode, and let us hear your message.