Blast from the past at Towngate

I spent all day yesterday at Towngate school in Ossett. It was rather strange driving up the hill to the school - the same hill that I used to walk up in the late 80s and early 90s almost every day in the summer on my way to Spring Mill Golf Course. Some things look rather different when you're a grown up - the hill, for example, used to seem a lot longer and steeper than it did yesterday (although I guess yesterday I was in a car...).

What a brill day I had there. The children were lovely and the staff were extremely friendly. The poetry from some of the children was outstanding. Jacob, the eventual winner, wrote a fantastic riddle - I'm hoping to post the poem up here - so come on Jacob, send it through!

I really hope that I can go back there sometime. But I need to remember to watch my head when I go into the staffroom. I nearly knocked myself out on a low beam. Nobody's ever noticed it before, cos nobody is tall enough to be worried by it. Until me, that is!

And I'm sure that every child in school will forever remember that my name is Conrad (not Conran, Connor, Carl etc...). Conrad. Conrad! Conrad!!! With a 'd, d, d, d, d, d,'!