The first six years of my teaching career were spent in primary schools, mainly the wonderful Plover Primary School, and I remember story-time at the end of the day with great affection. My 10/11 years olds and I escaped into some wonderful worlds – those of The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, The Hobbit, of A Child’s Christmas in Wales and that of Flat Stanley among many, many more. After 10 years at home bringing up our four children (and reading more wonderful stories) I moved into secondary education and was able to introduce generations of young people to the wonders of literature – to story, poetry and plays. What a beautiful way to spend my working life! And what a shame that the practice of reading for half an hour at the end of every day has apparently been lost.
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