On Wednesday I spent an afternoon at Hull Heritage Learning finding out more about their proposed Hull Curriculum. They have put together a set of resources on 20 Hull histories ready for Hulls year as the city of culture. Some wonderfully enthusiastic people leading the way.
The day was hosted in the cities museum quarter with a marque set up in the Mandela gardens. While only a small walled garden they are looking beautiful at this time of year. For those who haven’t ever been it’s a lovely secluded area in the old historic part of the city. You have the museum for William Wilberforce (top rate slave abolisher), the street-life museum (many old vehicles for the young uns to rampage on) and the history museum (giant woolly mammoth and super Roman Mosaics). Best of all it’s all free and I think we have a better collection than the York museum which charges a small fortune for a family day out.
We still have one of the Phillip Larkin toads on display.
A lovely collection of roses.
The pond is full of mighty beasts in the depths.
Gandhi adds an element of calm to the garden.
Two of the residents at the museum.
A few of the vehicles on offer in the streetlife museum.
Some more pollen beetles.
On the way home I tracked down another moth for Amy.
Today was scheduled as a very wet day and as my school field becomes a marsh I left off setting up the trail cam. While I don’t mind the rain I’m ok with sinking into mud in work trousers. I did manage to get my class out for a game of go find it at break before the heavens opened. For those who don’t know go find it, it’s a lovely little game put out by the sensory trust involving a set of cards. Each card has a word: bumpy, round, orange, thin. The players then have to find something matching the word as quick as they can. It is a bit pricey for a set of cards you could make yourself, but the kids do love it. They often ask for it to be brought out at breaktime to a point where they have set items they’ll go for when certain cards come out.
We started reading an abridged version of the wind in the willows to continue with national badger week. We left it with toad sat, in the middle of the road, staring after the motor car murmuring “poop poop”. The kids seem taken by the story which is always nice.
On the way home from work got a glimpse of the river and foxgloves growing wild out of the edge of a carpark.
At home I did some late night hunting to find a decent spider specimen to show my class tomorrow. They’ve been hunting spiders on a dinner, but only small spiders survive a school full of children. So I wanted to bring a larger spider to examine.