Greenhill Grammar school, Oldham

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Our Holiday in Spain 

 

It was a bright summer's day in July as the school party left Oldham for their holiday abroad.  The party was thirty-three strong as we boarded the boat to cross the channel.  Paris was reached at the unearthly hour of 6.0 a.m. and after a breakfast of coffee and rolls we set off to see the famous capital of France.

Early next morning we boarded a train for a twelve-hour journey to San Sebastian, which was reached at about 7.30 p.m. the same day.

After a good night's rest we had C and Rs, then set out to explore the town which was declared "Height Novel."  The town was in two parts, the old part and the new part.  The former was visited nearly every morning for souvenirs, presents and a call at Paco Bueno.  Every afternoon we went down to Playa de Ondarreto for a swim and to sunbathe.  The meal-times were different from ours with breakfast at 9.0 a.m., lunch at 2.0 p.m. and dinner at 10.0 p.m.  Like the times the meals were also different, as all the food is cooked in oil.

On the Saturday we visited Fronton Urumea to see the typical Basque game of Pelota.  This is an unusual game played with a small ball and a large hooked basket fixed to the hand.  On Sunday we visited the local Bullring to see the traditional Spanish sport of bullfighting.  Whether this sport is cruel or not I would not like to say as it is a matter of opinion.  Many snapshots of this sport were taken which have turned out very well.

The problem of language was overcome quite successfully with the aid of Mr. Nicholls, with signs, and with our own very, very limited vocabulary.

Now, on behalf of the whole party, we should like to thank Mr. Nicholls, Mrs. Ford and Miss Taylor for organising such a wonderful holiday and also their friends who helped to make it so unforgettable.

B. WOODCOCK, 5A.

 


School Trip to Ireland, 23rd June, 1954

 

Hope dawned as our eyes lighted upon a mass of black specks in the distance.
"Is it? Yes, it is they," we exclaimed in dramatical anticipation.  We drew nearer at an ever-increasing speed and our heart-beats quickened , at the thought of the future adventure.  The bus stopped ! ! ! We stepped out amidst a ghastly shower of warm, parental tears, whether through happiness or sorrow we never knew.  Soon we were in the coach leaving Rhodes Bank and on our way to Liverpool.

In next to no time the two hours sped by and we were seated on the boat waiting for the departure at 10.0 p.m.  We all settled down patiently, devouring our suppers, much too early!  Excitement fired our blood as the Great Stampede commenced towards the rails of the ship (? cattle boat!).  Suddenly, fear gripped our souls as realisation dawned.  We were alone on the wide ocean amidst a hysterical mass of lunatics, whilst the Liverpool lights faded on the horizon.