Here is a Powerpoint from Melody’s Tudor project earlier this year, overlooked at the time because her memory stick was doubling as a book mark in her recipe book!
Tudor food by Melody
There's something about Mary
Today actor Simon Firth from Gripping Yarns visited Year 5 to tell us the story of Tom and the Trolls, a story to make us think about friendships and bullying in our lives. After Tom accidentally spoiled the game they were playing, the trolls isolated and teased Tom until he received help from an unexpected source that helped him turn things around.
As the Dodger dragged him up the squeaky rotted stairs like he was a rag doll, there was a strong smell of tobacco going up his wide as peas nostrils, as he he entered a drab dull attic. The room had ripped walls and no windows with sheep and cow skin hanging from the rotted slates like giant bats in a cave.
There was a tall old man with a beard like Santa and a dusty tattered top hat. His brown coat draped down behind him with a silk handkerchief hanging out of his pocket. His coat looked like it had been rolled in the ashes of a roaring fire.
Today was just one normal dreary day of tired on board ship. It all started when my friend Jon when he tipped me out of my hammock that was full of disgusting slimy maggots that fell on top of me and some fell into my mouth. I screamed with horror from how disgusting they were, because I nearly swallowed Now I knew I would be late for my turn to clean up on deck if I didn’t hurry up and get dressed. As soon as I could I ran to get ready, but I got delayed for about one minute because the ship toppled from side to side. I found it so hard to hold on to something, but I succeeded for a few seconds then I slipped and bumped and crashed my way to the other side of the ship and slammed my head and nearly fainted.
Jon and a few other people who I didn’t know as well as I know now rushed over to me see what happened. They all had a look at the large bump on my head. One of them told me I might have to go to the barber surgeon with horror and my heart was pumping so fast, I felt like my head was going to explode like a bomb filled with maggot biscuits and sea water.
So they all helped me up to the top of the ship and sat me alone on such an uncomfy chair but it was the best you can get on a ship like this. Soon the ship’s captain stormed over at me and took one look at my bump and said I was absolutely fine. I was so glad I didn’t have to go to the terrible barber surgeon, but then he told me it was still my turn up on top deck today. I was a bit disappointed because I thought I had got out of that, but I guess not, so I went to get the mop and by the time I am finished I will be covered all over in rat wee and poo. Disgusting I thought to myself.
Spelling corrected by teacher
Jacob in Moneybury produced this beautifully designed Recipe Book for his Tudor project earlier in the year. A lot of time and effort has gone into this. Click the link for the interactive book:
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The sky was a midnight blue. The stars were scattered among the evening folds like shells on a beach. I rode up the dusty track with clouds of powder streaming up behind me. I saw its windows gleaming with candle light. The old oak door was locked and the shutters were shut as if they were trying to keep out a terrible beast. I cracked my whip on the window and whistled a note but it did not break the still night air.
I wore my burgundy velvet coat and lace like bunches of flowers at my throat and wrists. Soft leather gloves covered my hands. Sturdy boots covered three quarters of my legs. A foreign black hat perched lopsided on my head.
Bess stood at the window, suddenly braiding a scarlet ribbon into her jet black hair. Little did I know that Tim was eavesdropping with an ashen face and a heavy heart. For he loved Bess more than anything else in all the world.
“I’m going for a prize of yellow gold tonight before the morning light. Yet if they press me sharply and harry me through the day I’ll be with you in the moonlight though hell should bar the way,” I announced proudly with my head held up high. On that I rose up on the stirrups so I could hardly touch her hand. I galloped away to the west.
Let me tell you about when my daughter, Bess, met her end.
One gloomy night my Bess was upstairs in her room while I was in the cellars, looking for some more ale for tomorrow.But then I heard footsteps above me. I thought it must of just been Bess getting a drink, so I carried on dwelling through the cellars. But then I heard more than a couple of footsteps. I tried pushing the trap-door opento get out of the cellars but somebody was standing on it! I banged on the door and shouted “get me out!” But suddenly the wieght lifted off and the trapdoor swung open.
I ran upstairs and there was ale every where, chairs flipped over, mud all over the tables. I immediately grabbed a cloth and cleaned the tables furiously. But then I realised there were boot prints on the table. “Who danced on the table!?” I shouted. But suddenly I heard a gun shot from upstairs in Bess’s room.
I hurried upstairs and what did I see? Bess, covered in her own scarlet blood, slouched on a pillar with rope tied around her waist.