A Conversation with My Dad

I thought I’d be going over the park after lunch, you know the climbing frame, the roundabout and just hanging about with whoever was around.  And then he asked me.  My dad asked me if I wanted to go over to the park and ride my bike.  With him! I felt so special that...

THE JOY OF TEACHING – SPY SCHOOL

This is a reflection, a first draft, of a very joyful memory of teaching. I am sure it will go through a number of versions as I continue to work on it over the next few months, or when the mood takes me. But I hope you enjoy this first version. THE JOY OF TEACHING:...