I groaned heavily. Why oh why did Hampton Court have to be so far away?
"Is there an H?" asked my friend Imogen. We were playing hang-man and Imogen had nearly guessed the word. Slowly I drew a messy (due to the bumpy coach rid) H at the beginning.
"I've got it! I've got it! It's Hampton Court!" she cried with obvious glee in her voice.
I nodded then slumped up against the window, waiting for her to choose her word, utterly bored. Then, to my relief, I felt the coach slowing.
"We're here, at last!" I exclamed. And sure enough, the coach slowed to a halt. We all filed out into a room where we were given stickers, then stampeded to the Tudor kitchens. Two men called Mark and Robin showed us into a room with fake pies, meat and even a giant pan of plastic stew in. After that we were led into an enormous room, divided into three sections, each doing different things. In one room there was a pretty big fire. Mark told us about spits and then Robin showed us how they made a flame then.
Next we came out into a court yard. Mark directed us to the place to get our audio guides then rushed of to the next class. Once we all had one each we divided into our groups then split up to basicly, explore. We went just about everywhere in that huge castle. Looking into old bed rooms to unused toilets. Once we took a whiff of it's putrid smell, we realised why it was unused.
When at last we joined up with the rest of the class, it was time for lunch. Because of the stunning weather we sat out in the baking hot sun, happily munching on slitely squashed sandwiches. When the class had finished we started to climb the nearest trees. It was great fun. When Mrs Cohen finally called us to her side, we were delited to hear it was time to go in the maze. This was what we had been waiting for.
Children charging around corners, names called in panic, it was pandemonium between those high hedges. I got really worried because everyone was in the middle but me! People screamed go right ,trying to help, while others screamed go left! What was I to do. When I finally reached the middle, everyone was about to leave. I joined the back of the que and we scrambled out.
The last thing to do was visit the area called 'Yong Henry'. We traipsed around looking at pictures of a handsome man doing heroic things. Then finally, only the long journey home was ahead of us.
Our hang man words got more and more extravagant. But then we were home at last.
"Is there an H?" asked my friend Imogen. We were playing hang-man and Imogen had nearly guessed the word. Slowly I drew a messy (due to the bumpy coach rid) H at the beginning.
"I've got it! I've got it! It's Hampton Court!" she cried with obvious glee in her voice.
I nodded then slumped up against the window, waiting for her to choose her word, utterly bored. Then, to my relief, I felt the coach slowing.
"We're here, at last!" I exclamed. And sure enough, the coach slowed to a halt. We all filed out into a room where we were given stickers, then stampeded to the Tudor kitchens. Two men called Mark and Robin showed us into a room with fake pies, meat and even a giant pan of plastic stew in. After that we were led into an enormous room, divided into three sections, each doing different things. In one room there was a pretty big fire. Mark told us about spits and then Robin showed us how they made a flame then.
Next we came out into a court yard. Mark directed us to the place to get our audio guides then rushed of to the next class. Once we all had one each we divided into our groups then split up to basicly, explore. We went just about everywhere in that huge castle. Looking into old bed rooms to unused toilets. Once we took a whiff of it's putrid smell, we realised why it was unused.
When at last we joined up with the rest of the class, it was time for lunch. Because of the stunning weather we sat out in the baking hot sun, happily munching on slitely squashed sandwiches. When the class had finished we started to climb the nearest trees. It was great fun. When Mrs Cohen finally called us to her side, we were delited to hear it was time to go in the maze. This was what we had been waiting for.
Children charging around corners, names called in panic, it was pandemonium between those high hedges. I got really worried because everyone was in the middle but me! People screamed go right ,trying to help, while others screamed go left! What was I to do. When I finally reached the middle, everyone was about to leave. I joined the back of the que and we scrambled out.
The last thing to do was visit the area called 'Yong Henry'. We traipsed around looking at pictures of a handsome man doing heroic things. Then finally, only the long journey home was ahead of us.
Our hang man words got more and more extravagant. But then we were home at last.