Recruitment Thank you for your interest in working at Spring Grove School, Wye. An introduction to Spring Grove School At Spring Grove School we offer an outstanding all-round education and a fantastic start in life for boys and girls aged 2 to 11 years. We are a happy, family prep school that speci...
On Monday, 26th February the High Sheriff of Kent (and former Spring Grove parent), George Jessel will be visiting Spring Grove and will speak to the children at our Monday morning assembly. Parents are invited to join him for pre-assembly morning coffee (at 8.30am) in the Sunley Hall prior to the assembly which begins at 8.50am.
The first recorded Shire Reeve was Redfrid in AD669. Since then holders of the title who acts as the monarch's representative in the county have included Sir Thomas Boleyn, the father of Anne Boleyn and a number of Spring Grove parents. George is not the first Jessel to have held the title. Come and join us to find out more about the role and George's special focus during his year as High Sheriff. ... See MoreSee Less
It has been a very busy week: we have had Safer Internet Day , we have enjoyed a brilliant House Spelling contest, we have taken part in some exciting sports matches including a brilliant win by our Under 11C girls and we loved 4L's assembly this morning on "Everyone's a Hero".
Do you want to appear in the Scotland v France matchday programme? Ask a question of Huw Jones via the Scotland Twitter page #ScottishRugby twitter.com/Scotlandteam The best questions will make the programme. It would be great to see a question from a Spring Grove pupil.... ... See MoreSee Less
I showed this picture to the school on Monday, prior to Henry Shackleton’s visit . “Do you know what type of plane it is?” I asked.
“That’s a Lancaster 1D,” responded Joseph (Year 1). It turns out that he knows quite a few wartime planes and is joined in this interest by a number of his peers. Henry Shackleton personally signed Joseph's colouring book of planes when he visited on Thursday. A memory to treasure. ... See MoreSee Less
Haggis for lunch. We piped it in. We listened to Burns' great Ode to a Haggis and... the children loved it. A great many tried it and enjoyed it. Some asked for it to be put on the menu again.
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race! Aboon them a’ ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang’s my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, You pin wad help to mend a mill In time o’need While thro’ your pores the dews distil Like amber bead.
His knife see Rustic-labour dight, An’ cut you up wi’ ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reeking, rich!
Then, horn for horn they stretch an’ strive, Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive, Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve Are bent like drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive Bethankit hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout, Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi’ perfect sconner, Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a wither’d rash His spindle-shank a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit; Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash, O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread, Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He’ll mak it whissle; An’ legs, an’ arms an’ heads will sned, Like taps o’ thrissle.
Ye pow’rs wha mak mankind your care, An’ dish them out their bill o’fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu’ pray’r, Gie her a Haggis! ... See MoreSee Less