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Leading a Creative Curriculum Conference

Mrs Broad and Jane Parker are off leading a workshop conference today in Cullompton. Leading the way in Early Years Music and sharing our good practice with other schools and settings.

Balloons football SILENT AUCTION

We’ve got some exciting football goodies to auction! All money will go towards Balloons – the bereavement charity that we are supporting this term.

Click the link below for more details. You can also leave a donation! Click here:


What goodies do we have?

  • A signed Torquay United kit – adult.
  • A signed Torquay United football.
  • Two match-day tickets to see Torquay play at Plainmoor. You can choose any game before the end of the season.
  • An Exeter City goalkeeper kit (adult), signed by their goalkeepers.
  • An Exeter City football.

Thanks to both clubs for their generosity, and Leigh and Lorraine for sourcing the gifts.

How do I bid?

You need to let us know your name, contact details, which item you are bidding for, and your highest bid. Choose one these ways:

  • email head@sps1.org.uk
  • Contact the school office in person or by phone on 01395 443167.
  • Leave a bid on Tuesday 28th March. We will display the gifts and some forms on the playground.

Any bids submitted will be kept strictly confidential. On Friday 21st April, at midday, the auction will end, and the highest bidder will win.


Year 6 fraction song

Gold award for this amazing effort! Well done girls!

Beech and Oak - Incarnation and Belief's in Action

Beech and Oak classes enjoyed an afternoon of putting aspects of Christian and Buddhist beliefs into action. They made sound maps, seed bombs and bird feeders and also had the opportunity to take part in meditation activities.

During this terms R.E. topic of “Incarnation and Belief’s in Action,” pupil’s have shown increased curiosity about Christianity and Buddhism and have asked some challenging questions!​
Thanks to Sarah Wilkinson, Emma Dacorsi, Clare Pearce and Helouise Goodbody for her help.

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Earthquakes in year 5!

On Monday, Mr Will Cade came into Oak Class to teach the children about the effects of earthquakes on buildings. We had already learnt about forces, as well as tectonic plates and what causes earthquakes. We had also already learnt where the fault lines are around the world. So this opportunity combined all of our learning. After recapping the causes of earthquakes, the children learnt about the effects on buildings, especially in the Kobe earthquakes of 1995. Engineers looked to improve the design of buildings so that they didn’t collapse so readily in future. Cue Oak Class! The task was to design a structure that could withstand gravity, and lateral force (force acting on the building from the side). The building materials were …. marshmallows and spaghetti. Once some of the building materials had been eaten, the rest were used to create high-rise tower blocks. They were put onto the earthquake table once they were finished and tested to see of they could stay standing under increasingly strong earthquakes. The photos of the children’s reactions sum it up perfectly – an inspirational morning that was great fun. And yes – we now have the engineers of the future!

Thanks Mr Cade!

GOLD story writing by Caity

JUNGLE HORSE by Caity (year 5)

At the beginning of time, human and animals lived together and there was no difference between them. Cat, Horse, Human and Nature, even Summer and Winter all had spirit all had soul. The ground was thick with undergrowth and always fresh to eat, the river always had clean water to drink. They stood there. Tall, proud, and majestic, manes billowing in the wind. Grey, white, brown, orange and black, pawing the ground. For years they lived in peace with the other jungle animals. The toughest of them all. Guards of the greenery that was their home.


She chased away one foal, out into the darkness, the world…  The horses reared when they found that their child was gone and tucked their one remaining child deeper into the bushes, cursing Lions name. But they never forgot.

Far away the woodcutter hurried home. He and his snakes could sense the approaching tsunami. He looked up the huge hill and towards safety. A black coarse bundle was lying there on the floor, half covered in vines. Without thinking, he scooped up the scrap of fur and carried on onwards until he was back at the cottage, perched on top of the tiny mountain.

Safe home at last they stored the wood, sang songs about his brave ventures and unwrapped the tiny blanket, cautiously.

Two eyes, jet black like the darkest horse.

Hands, fingers reaching out.

Hair, the most beautiful shade of red.

A child.

For 12 years they had longed for a child.

They made her a light coat for the summer storms.

They made her a necklace of smooth diamonds, washed up on the shores.

They sang to her songs of monkeys, lizards, jaguars and eels but most of all he loved hearing about the great horses.

For 12 years they held her close. She loved the songs and the gifts. The language of the creatures.



She barely got scared, often stayed calm. And always the tiger watched over her. It was the end of her 12th year. She saw in the mud, laying there, a small shard of ruby, and then, a meter away, another. She picked it up and as she looked she saw a trail leading further into the distance. Swiftly she followed it, grabbing each on as she went. At the end, shining red as blood, a segment of fire lounging on a tree root, the biggest and best yet. As she bent down to pick it up, in pounced the tiger and snatched it away in her teeth.

Tiger ran over the moss, the length of 4 trees, then stopped. She dropped the treasure and it lay like a miniature version of the sun on the lush grass. The girl moved to take it and in ran the tiger. It became a dance. Girl and Tiger. As if enchanted by the tiger’s game the girl let it lead her further into the jungle and away from home. It was a while before the girl looked back and realized she was further down the hill she had ever been. The tsunami was coming in. Water lapping at her feet but not stopping. She saw the ruby and made one last desperate grab.

She realized there was nothing more she wanted than to head home. Desperately she looked up into the maze of thorns, and to the top of the mountain. She headed up but had no clue where home was. She walked up still clutching her jewels.   The sun set, then rose, then set again. She walked but the trees became too similar and were impossible to tell apart. She sank onto leaves covered in water from the tidal wave. Stars started to fill the sky. She lay uncomfortably and a weary sleep came over her. It was then that they came for her.

She heard them. The hooves galloping along the uneven ground. She looked around. All around it seemed the greenery had come to life. She realized it was then she must meet her end.  She reached out and as she did her treasures spilled on the ground. As the horse breathed in her scent she heard a faded whisper “brother”.

The woodcutter followed the trail of the girl. A shift in the mud here, a mark of a footprint there. He came to the place the girl had sunk to her knees and saw the marks of chaos where the steeds had first appeared. He made a promise that he would kill the horse that had kicked his child so hard.

She clung tight to the silver white creature as they ran like the wind over the rough terrain, singed with sunlight. Above, the glossy stars shone down.

They came to a place a hill of rock. As the girl tumbled to the floor the hill raised its head. A giant of a horse. Midnight black fur, eyes dark like a piece of coal. Cuts from predators marked her face.  As she reached out a hand to touch the great mare breathed in her scent.

This was her daughter. Her stolen child. She buried her face in black fur and breathed in deep the rich scent of her mother and the memory of the herd so long ago came flooding back.


All the while the woodcutter drew closer. Maddened by sorrow he followed a trail of dropped ruby, until at last he came to the gathering. He ran into the ring of horses and raised his poison-tipped axe ready to strike a killing blow.

Near the group, Tiger growled. The girl looked up to see her farther and the axe. She flung herself between the man and the bear. Tiger’s shriek shattered the spell of bloodlust. The woodcutters axe slammed on the hard green as he scooped up the child. Around the 3, the dull horses galloped, staring, waiting for a symbol from the great she bear. But in never came. She rose, knelt before the woodcutter, and praised him for the effort he had put into to care for her daughter. Now she was home, she would stay with her people, the horse people. In turn, the woodcutter went onto his knees and thanked her for the care she had given his daughter.

The girl stood between the man and the horse, water flooding in.

She felt that her heart was torn.

She wanted to stay with the horses.

She wanted to go with the people.

The child ran a bare hand over her fur coat. “I will stay with the horses in the Winter, when the logs burn on the fire and her hands wore mittens.” Her father held back a sob in his throat, eyes hot with tears. “and I will stay with the people in the Summer” the girl said “we can go exploring together and hunt.” The horse breathed a deep breath over her daughter and she felt her shape start to change. Her hands became hooves, her legs got longer. Together they carried the woodcutter home through the watery greens.

From that day she lived as a horse through the Winter and as she grew she learnt the ways of the horses. In the Summer she lived as a human and told the humans tales as they trekked through the jungle. In the Winter his human mother would hang her coats by the fire and tell herself tales of her daughter. The horse and the human. Out in the greenery the great silver horse would raise her head and give a whinny that melted their hearts.

RNLI visit

On Thursday 2nd March, John Wood from the RNLI visited us for an assembly on water safety. He explained the role of the RNLI; about the lifeguards who save lives near the coast and lifeboats which save people out at sea.

Living so close to the sea makes knowing how to use the water safely essential for the children at St Peters. We were reminded of the flags that lifeguards use to show where its safe or dangerous to swim. Red and yellow flags indicate that there are lifeguards and that it is safe to swim between the flags. Black and white flags are used to show an area allocated to kayaks, bodyboards and surfboards.  A red flag is used to show that its too dangerous to swim. We learnt that a wind sock flies to show which way the winds blowing. If the wind is blowing strongly away from the beach, a wind sock can show us that it’s not safe to play on inflatables.

Can your child remember what to do in an emergency where someone is in danger in the sea? How would they get a lifeguards attention if they were struggling in the sea?

Year 6 dissect hearts

Last week year 6 had a fantastic experience – learning all about the heart – through dissection! Here’s what they thought:

“At first, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do the dissection, but it was so interesting I had to join in! I’m so glad I did!”
“I wasn’t really sure what it would be like, but I found it really cool, I definitely want to do it again, but maybe with different organs. I definitely learnt more from doing the dissection myself, than if I’d just watched.”
“So good! I am looking forward to doing more experiments like this at secondary school.”
The workshop was perfectly pitched for the age range, and tied in perfectly with the Science objectives in the National Curriculum. The children were fully engaged from the outset, and all participated with enthusiasm and curiosity. Whilst there were back-up activities in place for any who felt uncomfortable, by the time the dissections began every child was keen to be part of the activity. By the end of the session, each child was able to confidently identify many of the main parts of the heart, and use their dissected heart to illustrate this point. I shall certainly be planning to organise this workshop again for next years class.

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Swim time over half term

Click here – Half term 2017

St Peter’s School Pool – Half Term Swimming

Monday 13th – Fri 18th February

We are offering a fun half term swimming programme as part of the Warm Wish fundraising campaign to raise money for the pool.

We will be offering the following:

Mon – Fri 09.00 – 09.30 Swimming lessons £25.00
Mon – Fri 09.30 – 10.00 Swimming lessons £25.00
Mon – Fri 10.00 – 10.30 Rookie Lifeguard  – suitable for Key stage 2 £25.00
Mon – Fri 10.30 – 12.00 Fun Swims £2 per swimmer


Booking for lessons:

  • Add your name to the list on the clipboard at the pool
  • For the lessons please contact: Janehushon@btinternet.com or 07877730941 to book a place.

Fun Swims:

Just turn up!

Keep in touch:

Like  Jane Hushon Swim Devon facebook page and check for updates.


Each week our Nursery children think of a ‘big question’ that they want answered. This term has been ‘Where is Centre Parcs?’, ‘What is tree sap?’ and more. This week the children wondered ‘What do snakes eat?’. To help us find the answer we used the internet, the library and then Mrs Cooke bought in her snake from home…And we watched it eat it’s lunch! 🐍🐀

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