To launch their final two writing projects of the term (descriptive writing and a historical play), Year Seven took a short coastal journey eastwards to Keyhaven and Hurst Castle, to use their senses and absorb the atmosphere. The weather and the ice-cream van, this year selling a distinctive turquoise bubblegum flavour, made their usual impact on the memory, but it may be best to let the boys of the Darwin house group give you an idea of their day in their own words:
As we drove into Keyhaven the first thought that popped into my head was of a sheltered, friendly community. As soon as the class got off the coach we could tell it was going to be a day full of walks, wind and work. The harbour was very muddy and there was moss coating the old stone walls. All the small boats and dinghies were stranded and balancing on their daggerboards. The air smelt of dirty algae and salt. Behind me I heard the masts of sailing boats rattling from forceful gusts of wind. Doves and seagulls circled above, singing repetitive songs.
A stream gushed out of a thin opening in the wall and a majestic swan glided with it further and further into the harbour. In the yard were yachts supported by unsturdy and fragile rusty barrels with chocks of wood placed on top, looking as if they were going to topple over with one tiny breeze. It was interesting to read the names of the boats and I saw: The Alde Lady; Bizzy Lizzy; Iris and Nellie. I saw coiled rusty chains stranded in the shallow water.
Walking through the country was a great way to clear the mind. It was full of flowers of all sizes and colours, distracting you from the dark clouds forming overhead. We also spotted some fennel, which stank of aniseed or liquorice. There was a field of barley swaying in the breeze, like a football crowd performing a Mexican wave.
To my left was a marsh in which thirteen rotting wooden shafts stood, covered in seaweed. We walked three quarters of the way at the top of the ridge fully exposed to the brutal wind and savage shrapnel-like shingle.
The castle has not really got a defined style; the original Tudor castle has had lots added on ever since its establishment; it looked more like a fort that had been refurbished every hundred years.
Its cold grey walls had stood up to hundreds of years of war and so many more to the ferocious elements and had come through in awesome style. We entered the castle through a small and insignificant gate and entered a humbling courtyard. Inside we looked at all of the rooms and imagined what it would have been like for the soldiers living there all those years ago. It was of great interest as it had many layers of history engraved upon it. From the fort of Henry VIIIth’s era to Word War Two, soldiers had served there for over four hundred years. In the centre we came across one part where they lived with their families. It was obvious someone would notice the 32 ton guns, so we had to take a look. The size was incredible, and the shells were as thick as a person. After lunch we had a look at the old wartime theatre, where there were models of pianists, guitarists and actors, who looked slightly spooky! From the top of the roof there were amazing views of the Isle of Wight. The day had gone in a blur and if I had counted how many steps we went up and down it would have been in the hundreds.
Thanks to James, Jamie, Chris, Jake, Joseph, Finn, Michael, Daniel, Tom, Tim, Max, Matty, Sol, Sam, James CB, from whose reporting this is compiled.