If

If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late.
And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you more often than I do.
If I were to sleep, I could dream.
If I were afraid, I could hide.
If I go insane, please don't put your wires in my brain.

If I were the moon, I'd be cool.
If I were a book, I would bend.
If I were a good man, I'd understand the spaces between friends.

If I were alone, I would cry.
And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry.
And if I go insane, will you still let me join in with the game?

If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late again.
If I were a good man, I'd talk to you more often than I do.

Pink Floyd

GOING OUT

THE SIERRA: GUARA, BIERGE and ALQUEZAR
by David Garcés Gracia and Laura Piedrafita

On a wonderful spring morning, we went to Guara on a school trip.

At first, it was cloudy but sunny. We were lucky: it didn´t rain at all!
In fact, it was hot!
As soon as we arrived, we had lunch in the park and went to the toilet.

Next, we saw a film about the Sierra, and listened to explanations about the Nature, the special flowers, the animals…but also about the geology in that area.
We also took notes because we have to do a Science Memorandum.

Afterwards, we travelled to Alquezar by bus and then we started the excursion. It was getting hotter, we sat under a tree (Olea europea), and saw some insects, flowers, vultures and small birds, too (swifts and swallows).

Then, we went down the ravine and saw the beautiful crystal clear river, running between two enormous colourful walls showing the geological strata (lime-stone and conglomerate rocks).
We even got into the amazing pale green water: it was warm.

Last of all, we climbed back the steep way with the special flowers in bloom (Ramonda myconi) to the beautiful quiet village where we had lunch again in the square, near the fountain.

Finally, we all got on the bus and returned home, happy, tired and always noisy!!!

Kevin Ayers, May I?

I just came in off the street

Looking for somewhere to eat

I find a small cafe

I see a girl and then, I say:

'May I, sit and stare at you for a while?

I'd like the company of your smile'

You don't have to say a thing

You're the song without the sing

The sunlight in your hair

You look so good just sitting there

'May I sit and stare at you for a while?

I'd like the company of your smile' 

Summer is about to arrive in Great Missenden.

 At this time of year, wrote Roald Dahl, nature starts to come alive again:

“In May the hawthorn blossoms make the hedges look as though they are covered in snow and the buttercups are beginning to appear in the fields… Swallows and house martins are building their crazy mud nests all over the place… We have a pair of swallows that have built their nest in exactly the same place on a wooden beam in the tool shed for the past six years, and it is amazing to me how they fly off thousands of miles to North Africa in the autumn with their young and then six months later they find their way back to the same tool shed at Gipsy House, Great Missenden… It’s a miracle and the brainiest ornithologists in the world still cannot explain how they do it.”

Seems our feathered-friends are smarter than you thought.