Year 5

Home Learning Pack

Name: ____________

Week beginning: Monday 8th June

Monday Reading –

inference focus

Writing – desert

island survival

Maths -

Converting units:

kg to g

Science –

Inheritance

Tuesday Reading –

response activity

Grammar –

synonyms

Maths -

Converting units:

solving kg to g

problems

For the next two

weeks, we will be

having a

‘Shipwrecked’

theme for our

learning.

Your learning will

focus on multiple

areas of our

curriculum, which

is outlined at the

end of this

document.

Wednesday Reading –

inference

Writing –

generating ideas

/ setting

description

Maths -

Converting units:

mm to m

Thursday Reading –

response activity

Grammar –

conditional

sentences

Maths -

Converting units:

cm to m

Friday Reading – Non

Fiction

Writing –

character

description

PARENTAL

GUIDANCE

Maths - problem

solving

In addition to the activities set for each day, included in this week’s pack is a set of spellings for you

to practice which have been taken from the Year 5 and 6 spelling list produced by the government.

Why not try to include some of the words you practice in the writing activities for this week!

Spelling Practice: Look, say cover, write, check

Year Group: Ospreys – Year 5

Look Say Cover Write Check Write Check Write Check

accompany

available

committee

definite

equipment

government

individual

opportunity

parliament

queue

Now choose four of the words to write in sentences:

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This week’s comprehension activities will be based on the next chapter ‘Every little error

gives your enemy more time’ from our class book, Letters from the Lighthouse written by

Emma Carroll. Each part of the chapter, which you’ll need, has been typed up and included

with the set of questions/activities for each day. The full chapter has also been included at

the end of this pack. On a Friday, we’ll look at a separate, Non-Fiction text.

Reading – Monday – inference focus

Not wanting to miss a minute of the party, I ran all the way to Queenie’s. The shop was shut up,

so I let myself in through the back door. “Queenie?” I called. “We’re about to serve the tea. Are

you coming?” After the crowded village hall, the house was quiet. The clock on the kitchen wall

was still stopped; I wondered if Dr Wirth had given up trying to mend it. “Queenie?” Thinking

she’d not heard me, I went down the cellar steps and found her sat at the table. With her

sleeves pushed up, she was going through what looked to be an old shoebox. She was crying. I’d

never seen Queenie in tears before: she wasn’t the sort of person you’d imagine cried very much

and it threw me, rather.

“I’m sorry.” I backed away. “I’ll wait upstairs.” But she was up and past me before I’d a chance to.

“Give me a moment,” she said.

I didn’t know whether to wait. To be honest, she didn’t look in the mood for a party and might

prefer to be alone. The contents of the shoebox lay spilled across the table like a mouse’s nest.

For that’s all it seemed to be – a clump of shredded paper. The paper was tissue-thin – airmail

paper. The strips looked as though they’d once been letters, little phrases like ‘with all my heart’

and ‘I dream of you every day’ on each one. They reminded me of the lucky sayings you got in a

Christmas cracker or lines from Valentine’s cards Dad used to send Mum. Gently, I stirred the

nest of paper with my hand: In doing so, I saw a few more:

Each day without you is agony

My dearest Queenie do write soon

I’m sorry for the tears

Don’t forget how I love you

So Queenie did have a penpal after all – a sweetheart, by the looks of things. I felt a bit

uncomfortable reading what was private, so scooping up the strips, I put them back in the box

and closed the lid. It was then I saw on the side of a box – a name, a date: ‘Marcus Epstein:

Frankfurt, March 2nd 1940.’ It was today’s date, a year ago. And, at the bottom, a specific time.

2:10pm.

‘Romantic,’ Mrs Henderson had called Queenie’s clocks; but to me, realising what it probably

meant, it made my throat thicken with tears. No wonder Mum had understood what a stopped

clock might mean. Something must have happened to Marcus Epstein that day, at that time.

Something terrible that made Queenie’s life stop dead. My brain tried to fill in the gaps. Perhaps

Marcus was a Jew. Perhaps this was why she was so set on helping Jewish people, and had such

guts when it came to standing up for what was decent. I didn’t know. In many ways it didn’t

matter. It was Queenie’s private business. She was the person who’d thrown stones at German

aircraft, and yet protected the injured pilot from more harm. She fought for people that was

what Queenie did. Beneath our race, our religion, we were all human beings. We all hurt in the

same way.

Questions

1.) Why does Olive perceive Queenie to be the sort of person who wouldn’t cry very much?

2.) Why do you think Olive found it a little uncomfortable reading the pieces of paper from the

shoebox?

3.) a.) What do you think Olive realises about Queenie’s clocks?

b.) Why might Mrs Henderson describe them as being ‘romantic’ ?

4.) “Beneath our race, our religion, we were all human beings. We all hurt in the same way.” In your

own words, explain what Olive means by this statement.

Writing – Monday – Desert island survival

During a Caribbean ferry cruise your ship hit a storm and started to go down. In the distance, you can

see an island but it is at least 1000 miles from the closest known civilisation, and noone knows where

you are…

You have 1 minute to grab 5 things from your cabin before you need to jump on the life raft.

Task - Pick the 5 most important items from the following list, and explain why you have chosen each

item…

a box of matches

woollen blankets

a rope

a pen-knife

a packet of salt

a plastic raincoat

a loaded gun

a book

a pen

a bag of flour

a torch

a box of chocolate bars

a pack of playing cards

a sewing kit

a bottle of vodka

a small mirror

a net

a map of the area

a small transistor radio

a compass

You did well and chose quickly. You have time to choose a further 3 items – not necessarily on the list

above (But remember…be sensible! Will your mobile phone have any signal? Will you be able to plug

your computer in to charge the battery etc.?) What will you choose? Add them to your list!

Item Reason for picking it

Maths – Monday – Converting units: kg and g

Starter:

1.) 95 x 10 = 2.) 0.5 x 100 = 3.) 87 x 10 = 4.) 2.5 x 1,000 =

5.) 60 x 100 = 6.) 24 x 100 = 7.) 350 x 10 = 8.) 4.23 x 100 =

1.) Use the bar models below to complete the conversions.

2.) Fill in the missing values on the number line below to complete the conversions

3.) Complete the conversions

4.) Choose the correct inequality sign to compare each set below

a.) 3.7 kg _____ 3,200 g b.) 3,000kg ____ 2,000 g c.) 5,000kg + 2kg ______5.5kg + 1,500g

Science – Monday – Inheritance

Here is the information you will need to know!

Your task: Choose two Mr Men from the selection below and draw what their child would look like.

Label each feature to identify which parent is has come from.

Reading – Tuesday – response activity

Watch the two links below and why not trying learning the Lindy hop dance or create a version of

your own? I’d love to see how you get on, why not share a video of your dancing on our class twitter

page - @ospreys2020

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p013h6hv https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p00wgjmy

Upstairs in front of the hall mirror, I could hear now repinning her hair and fastening her

coat. “Right, Olive, I’m ready,” she called down. I went to join her, taking in her smooth, tearless

face, the newly tidied hair. You’d never know from looking at her that her heart was still breaking.

But that was the awful thing: life did go on, and so did that horrible empty ache you felt when

someone wasn’t there anymore.

Back at the tea party, the hall buzzed with noise: laughter, different accents, the excited

exclamations of people trying delicious new foods. It was nice to be amongst it again because it

helped chase my sad thoughts away. I hoped Queenie, who was given a cup of tea by Mrs

Henderson, was feeling the same.

Cliff and me, meanwhile, decided to have a competition to see who could get the most food on

their plate in one go. Everyone had bought something, and seeing it all spread out on the table

you’d have thought rationing had ended.

“I want to try everything,” I said to Cliff, whose eyes were on stalks. There were jam sandwiches

– naturally- cold chicken, slices of potato pie. And on the sweets table were cinnamon biscuits,

Ephraim’s carrot fudge, fruit scones, rock buns. What caught my eye most were the foods I didn’t

know, made by our Austrian visitors: the flat bread, the shredded cabbage in vinegar, the dark

dense cake dusted with icing sugar, and the apple pie that was oblong rather than round, and who

pastry crackled when you cut it.

“I’m going to try everything,” Cliff replied. I just hoped he wouldn’t burst his stitches.

Half an hour later, feeling thoroughly sick, we stopped eating and Cliff declared the winner.

Outside, the dusk was gathering but no one was in a rush to leave, the noise in the hall now the

peaceful lull of easy chat. We moved our chairs so Dr Wirth and Esther could join us, and it felt

nice just to talk about silly things like Pixie’s doggy beard and whether the hospital had thrown

Cliff’s appendix away or not, where it might be now. Mum hadn’t mentioned going home early again,

and no one reminded her.

Then, Mrs Henderson clapped. “Let’s have dancing!” Everyone got to their feet, dragging tables

and chairs aside to make space. Mr Geffen said he had sheet music in his suitcase and went off to

fetch it. When he came back, it turned out Mrs Moore knew most of the tunes on the piano. At

first it was only the Budmouth kids dancing which was like watching carthorses charging about,

until Esther grabbed a boy called John. Following her lead, Mrs Carter took Clive and together

they showed them how to do a dance so fast it made my head spin. It was all kicking legs and

swinging arms, with steps as goofy as a clown’s. Even it’s name – the lindyhop – sounded jolly good

fun. I went over to Mum, taking her hands and pulling her up. “Come on, let’s give it a try.”

“Oh I can’t , Olive,” she protested. “It’s too fast for me.” But she was laughing and not putting up

much of a fight. I managed to get her onto the dance floor. And we’d got as far as learning how to

swing our arms, when the music suddenly stopped mid-beat. Everyone groaned. A familiar voice

boomed over the noise: “Ephraim Pengilly? Are you present?”

Grammar – Tuesday – synonyms

Let’s warm our brains!

A synonym is a word having the same or nearly the same meaning as another,

For example - happy, joyful, elated. How many synonyms can you think of which could be used in place of the words below?

Synonyms

• Floating

• Hot

• Calm

• Scary

• Empty

• Clear

• Unusual

• Floating

Design your own island

Draw the outline of the island…

INCLUDE:

At least six key adjectives to describe the island.

Label your island to show what the land is like.

Make a key to allow readers of your map to

understand what they will find…

^^^ = hills ~ ~ ~ = water/waves

….. = sand O = cave

= danger < = crocodile swamps

Create a pen portrait

You are approaching your island.

Are you sailing towards it on a calm/rough sea?

1. Create a detailed description of your island and what you can see.

2. How do you feel as you get closer to the island?

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Maths – Tuesday – Converting units: solving problems with kg and g

Starter:

1.) 950 ÷ 10 = 2.) 500 ÷ 100 = 3.) 8,700 ÷ 10 = 4.) 250 ÷ 1,000 =

5.) 60 ÷ 10 = 6.) 24 ÷ 10 = 7.) 350 ÷ 10 = 8.) 423 ÷ 100 =

1.) Dexter and Whitney are converting 27.5kg into grams.

Dexter says, “I’m going to use a bar model.”

Whitney says, “I’m going to a double number line.”

Whose method would be more efficient and why? What answer should they get?

2.) A bag of apples weighs 600g. How much does 8 bags of apples weigh? Give your answer in grams

and kilograms.

3.) Ron buys 3.8kg of potatoes and 1,250g of carrots. He pays with a £20 note.

How much change would he get?

4.) The chocolate bar weighs 0.1kg. How much does 1 muffin weigh? Give your answer in grams.

Reading – Wednesday – inferences

1.) Why do you think the authorities were bound to find out about the refugees eventually?

2.) Why does Olive decide to go and link arms with Ephraim?

3.) What effect does Olive’s decision to stand by Ephraim have on the rest of the party guests? Why

do you think that is?

4.) Why do the actions of the other party guests make Mr Spratt look and feel uncomfortable?

Like a switch had dropped, the room went quiet. Mr Spratt in his navy coastguard’s

uniform stood just in the door. With him were four policemen. What were they here for? Who’d

done something wrong? You could see the questions and suspicions returning to people’s faces.

Heart floundering, I guessed the answer: the authorities had got wind of thirty-two Austrians

arriving in Budmouth Point by boat. In truth, it was bound to happen eventually: it was only a

matter of time. Mr Spratt pointed to Ephraim. “That’s our man.” As he and the policemen strode

across the room, we moved to its edges. A glance passed between Mum and Miss Carter. Queenie

stared straight ahead, unblinking. Mrs Henderson started fanning herself with her hand. “I’m

here,” Ephraim said clearly. And I saw how somehow we’d all drifted away from him, so he stood

alone. Even Pixie had stayed traitorously close to Cliff, who’d done back for thirds of cake.

It wasn’t right. Not when Ephraim had done so much for Cliff and me – actually, pretty much

everyone in this room. Letting go of Mum, I went over and linked my arm with his.

“No, Olive.” He tried to pull away.

“Come come, now’s not the time for heroics.” Mr Spratt rolled his eyes. “Unless you’d like to be

handcuffed together and both taken to the police station?”

I didn’t move.

“Wait a minute. What’s Ephraim actually done?” Queenie asked.

“It’s what he hasn’t done that concerns me. A boat turns up mysteriously from France, and not

one word of an explanation in the lighthouse log book?” Mr Spratt put his little hands together.

“That, madam, goes against all regulations.”

Queenie’s face flushed an angry red, but it was Mum who answered. “I’ve also broken

regulations,” she said levelly. I felt a thud of panic as she walked right up to Mr Spratt and held

out her wrists. “So if you’re threatening my daughter with handcuffs, you’d better arrest me

too.”

“And me,” Queenie joined her.

“Likewise, Mr Spratt,” agreed Mrs Henderson.

“You should take me as well,” added Miss Carter.

The policemen looked at each other, eyebrows raised. “I’ve also broken the law.” A new voice

called out from the other side of the hall. It was the schoolteacher, Mrs Simmons, now nervously

on her feet. “Last night, I forgot to close my blackout curtains.”

There was a pause. Then Jim the cabbage man stood up. “You’d better take me too, officer. I

gave my petrol coupons to Mr Fairweather.”

“I bought a pair of nylons on the black market,” said Mrs Moore the baker, which raised an

eyebrow amongst her friends.

People were now standing up thick and fast. I didn’t know whether to cheer or beg them to stop

as the policemen started arguing over what to do. Mr Spratt looked extremely uncomfortable.

“Look, if you’d all just sit down –“

Writing – Wednesday - generating ideas / setting description

Extract from Kensuke’s Kingdom by Michael Morpurgo

Sea. Sea. Sea. Nothing but sea on all sides. I was on an island. I was alone.

The island looked perhaps two or three miles in length, no more. It was shaped a bit

like an elongated peanut, but longer at one end than the other. There was a long

swathe of brilliant white beach on both sides of the island, and at the far end another

hill, the slopes steeper and more thickly wooded, but not so high as mine. With the

exception of these twin peaks the entire island seemed to be covered with forest.

It seemed to make sense not to plunge at once into the forest looking for water – to

be honest I was too frightened anyway – but rather to explore the shoreline first. I

might come across a stream or river flowing out into the sea and, with a bit of luck, on

the way I might well find something I could eat as well.

I set off in good spirits, leaping down the scree like a mountain goat. Where monkeys

lived, I reasoned, we could live. I kept telling myself that. I soon discovered that the

track down through the trees was bereft of all edible vegetation.

I did see fruit of sorts, what looked to me like fruit, anyway. There were coconuts up

there too, but the trees were all impossible to climb. Some rose a hundred feet, some

two hundred feet from the forest floor – I had never seen such giant trees.

At least the intertwining canopy did provide welcome relief from the heat of the day.

All the same, I was becoming desperately parched now, and so was Stella. She padded

alongside me all the way, her tongue hanging. She kept giving me baleful looks whenever

our eyes met. There was no comfort I could give her.

We found our beach once again and set off round the island, keeping wherever possible

to the edge of the forest, to the shade. Still we found no stream. Again, I saw plenty

of fruit, but always too high, and the trees were always too smooth, too sheer to climb.

I found plenty of coconuts on the ground, but always cracked open and empty inside.

When the beach petered out, we had to strike off into the forest itself. Here too I

found a narrow track to follow. The forest became impenetrable at this point, dark and

menacing.

So far as I could see there was no sign of any human life. Even then, as I stood there,

that first morning, filled with apprehension at the terrifying implications of my

dreadful situation, I remember thinking how wonderful it was, a green jewel of an

island framed in white, the sea all about it a silken shimmering blue. Strangely, perhaps

comforted somehow by the extraordinary beauty of the place, I was not at all down-

hearted. On the contrary – I felt strangely elated. I was alive. Stella Artois was alive.

We had survived.

Task 1 - Read the excerpt from Kensuke’s Kingdom – Michael Morpurgo.

Complete the mind map to show all of the things the main character (Michael) discovers on his first

morning on the island.

Island

finds

Discoveri

es

Task 2

Look back to the map you drew of your island.

Have a go at writing your own setting description.

Imagine you have woken up on your first morning

there and go for a little walk.

Remember –

Write in 1st person

Describe what you can see, hear, smell

Describe how you feel

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Clue to help you with writing –

1. When I arrived I immediately

felt…

2. The terrain was…

3. All around me I could see…

4. Initially I thought the island was…

5. In the distance there appeared to

be…

6. Upon closer inspection the island

was…

7. The air smelled of…

8. The heat made me feel…

9. How could I survive in this … place?

Maths – Wednesday - Converting units: mm and m

Starter:

1.) 8.2 x 10 = 2.) 5 x 100 = 3.) 80 x 1,000 = 4.) 320 x 100 =

5.) 0.2 x 10 = 6.) 350 x 10 = 7.) 280 x 10 = 8.) 423 x 100 =

The bar model shows that 1,000mm is equal to 1m. We also know that 10mm is the same as 1cm and

100cm is equal to 1m.

1.) Use the bar models to complete the conversions

2.) Fill in the missing values on the number line below

3.) Complete the conversions

a.) 15m = ________ mm b.) 47,500mm = ________m c.) _________mm = 0.1m

d.) 11.05m = ___________mm

Reading – Thursday – response task

Write a newspaper report about the party held at the village hall and the commotion caused by the

arrival of Mr Spratt and the policemen.

Consider which characters you may wish to include quotes from along with details of how the villagers

stood together.

“I fed my dog my meat ration,” a woman I didn’t know called out.

Then Pamela stood up. “I copied Gillian’s history homework last week.”

“And I took that piece of chocolate you were hiding in your desk,” admitted Gillian.

“My baby boy drank too much milk.” This was Miriam with Reuben squirming in her arms. “He’s

just over two weeks old. Do you wish to handcuff him as well?”

It was so absurd that people started to see the funny side of what was happening. Even the

policemen had taken their hats off and were scratching their heads. One of them was drinking a

cup of tea someone had offered him. The funniest thing of all, though, was the expression on

Mr Spratt’s face. He’d gone such a violent shade of purple, I honestly thought he’d burst.

“These people shouldn’t be punished for their kindness,” Dr Wirth, who, stopping in front of Mr

Spratt, stood a good foot taller. “You should be proud of what they’ve done. I only wish more of

my fellow countrymen had such humanity.”

“My dad’s right. You’ve all made us welcome here,” Esther agreed. She caught my eye and smiled.

Trying hard to appear dignified, Mr Spratt looked Dr Wirth up and down. “I’m afraid we haven’t

been introduced, Mr -?”

“Dr Wirth. And I’m afraid you’ll need to arrest us as well,” he said, gesturing to the other

refugees. Confusion spread over Mr Spratt’s face. He looked at the policemen, then to Ephraim,

mum and the others stood before him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, man!” he fumed. “We can’t possible arrest all of you!”

“Not on a Sunday,” remarked the policemen with his teacup in his hand.

His colleague agreed. “We’re not going to break up a happy party, either.”

The only thing left for Mr Spratt to do was leave, which he did, storming out, nostrils flaring

like a small squat bull.

There was a beat of quiet as the room settled again. We caught each other’s eyes. Smiled.

Laughed. Then hands, hats, napkins flew up into the air. The cheer of delight that went up with

them was enough to life the roof.

Grammar – Thursday – conditional sentences

Task 1 - You will need a dice and 2 counters. With a partner, have a go at playing the conditional

sentences game. First conditional sentences are used to express situations in which the outcome is likely (but not guaranteed) to happen in

the future. Look at the examples below: If you rest, you will feel better. If you set your mind to a goal, you’ll eventually

achieve it.

Second conditional sentences are useful for expressing outcomes that are completely unrealistic or will not likely happen in

the future. Consider the examples below: If I inherited a billion pounds, I would travel to the moon. If I owned a zoo, I

might let people interact with the animals more

Task 2 – Read the short excerpt below.

So far as I could see there was no sign of any human life. Even then, as I stood there, that first

morning, filled with apprehension at the terrifying implications of my dreadful situation, I remember

thinking how wonderful it was, a green jewel of an island framed in white, the sea all about it a silken

shimmering blue. Strangely, perhaps comforted somehow by the extraordinary beauty of the place, I

was not at all down-hearted. On the contrary – I felt strangely elated. I was alive. Stella Artois was

alive. We had survived.

Continue the paragraph: thinking about how Michael was feeling. Include at least three conditional

sentences in your writing.

Examples: I knew if it rained, I would get wet.

I knew if I tried hard enough, I could climb the hill.

If a plane passed overhead, I wouldn’t be spotted.

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Maths – Thursday - Converting units: mm, cm and m

Starter:

1.) 50 ÷ 10 = 2.) 80 ÷ 100 = 3.) 3,000 ÷ 100 = 4.) 874 ÷ 10 =

5.) 24 ÷ 100 = 6.) 24 ÷ 10 = 7.) 350 ÷ 10 = 8.) 423 ÷ 100 =

Remember: We know that 10mm is the same as 1cm and 100cm is equal to 1m and 1,000 mm is the

same 1m.

1.) A piece of string is 2.76m long. How many 30 mm pieces can be cut from the string?

2.) Ribbon is sold in different bundles.

a.) Which is better value: a red ribbon bundle of 4m which costs £1.09 or a blue tie of 250cm for

49p?

b.) Dexter buys 12 red bundles and 5 blue ties. He joins all the pieces of ribbon together to make

one long piece. He then cuts the length of ribbon into 200cm pieces. He sells each piece for 40p. How

much profit does he make?

3.) A plank of wood measures 5.8m in length. Two lengths are cut from it.

How much wood is left?

4.) Dora says, “One metre is 100 times bigger than 1 centimetre. 1cm is 10 times bigger than 1

millimetre. So, one metre is 110 times bigger than 1mm.” Is she correct? Explain your answer.

5.) Leah has a piece of ribbon 4.8metres long. She cuts a 1.2m piece of ribbon off from the end. She

cuts the remaining ribbon into 2 equal pieces of length. How long are the pieces of ribbon?

Today’s comprehension is based on a separate, Non-Fiction text. The whole chapter from Letters

from the Lighthouse is included at the end of this booklet for you to read.

Reading – Friday - Non Fiction

Questions

1.) How many laps of his garden did Captain Tom walk each day?

2.) Number the events to show the order they happened

Captain Tom began his challenge

Captain Tom released a single

Captain Tom finished his 100 laps

Captain Tom celebrated his 100th birthday

3.) Find and copy one word that means promised

4.) How do you think Captain Tom felt when he received his Pride of Britain award?

5.) Why do you think so many people have donated to Captain Tom’s campaign?

Writing – Friday – Character description

Character analysis

Please note - Parental Guidance required – Each clip has a PG rating. If you deem any of the clips

unsuitable, the children could choose a different character to analyse.

Task 1 –

Watch the three short clips. As you are watching, make notes on each character. Think about - what

they look like (appearance) and their personalities.

Character Appearance Personality

Captain Jack Sparrow

Indiana Jones

Chuck Nolan (Castaway)

Task 2 –

If you were to come across one of these characters on your island, who would you choose to meet and

why? Think about where you are and what you need – not just who is cool!!!

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Maths – Friday – problem solving

Starter:

1.) 523 ÷ 10 = 2.) 52 x 100 = 3.) 8,700 ÷ 1,000 = 4.) 250 x 1,000 =

5.) 0.03 x 100 = 6.) 2.4 ÷ 10 = 7.) 3.65 x 10 = 8.) 85.3 ÷ 100 =

To make your afternoon sessions more manageable, we have altered our pack to make your learning

more flexible.

There are five activities below which link in with our new theme of ‘Shipwrecked’ which we’ll be

looking at for the next two weeks. Feel free to complete them in any order you choose.

This week’s theme: SHIPWRECKED

Curriculum

area

Suggested activity

Science The Sun and shadows

Foundation Stage 1 - Using your hands or a simple paper template, can you make an

interesting and fun shadow puppet?

Foundation Stage 2 / KS1 – Using household objects, can you investigate how

shadows are made from the sun outside? Do all objects make the same shadow?

Use this link to find out more: http://kinooze.com/what-is-a-shadow/

Year 3 /4 – Why not place an object outside, in the morning, and draw around it’s

shadow. Then do the same later on throughout the day to see how the shadow has

moved. Use this link to find out more:

Year 5 / 6 – Karl says, “The sun moves because in the morning it’s at the front of

his house and in the evening it’s at the back of his house.” Think back to the work

we did in school about the Solar System and explain why he is incorrect. Why not

draw a diagram or even make a model to help you show why?

Geography What is an island?

Foundation Stage 1 – What is it like where you go on holiday? Can you draw a

picture of somewhere you have been?

Foundation Stage 2 / KS1 – Have you Katie Morag? Watch this link below to find

out all about her home on the island of Struay.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ix6oyVgUDbc After watching, you list how her home

is similar and different to where you live?

Year 3/ 4 – Research and find out facts about a desert island. You could choose to

look at the Cocos Island or the Maldives or another of your choice!

Year 5/6 – Research and find out facts about two desert islands. Compare them to

decide which one you’d rather be shipwrecked on. You may want to consider what

wildlife is there, what the climate is like, rainfall and the terrain.

Art Creatures

Foundation Stage 1 – Watch this link of ‘The Rainbow Fish’ by Marcus Pfister.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nb2msIQo6TI Can you draw your own Rainbow fish?

Foundation Stage 2 / KS1 – Investigate the wildlife on Struay island where Katie

Morag lives. Choose your favourite and draw a picture of it.

Year 3 – 6 - Research the tropical flowers which you could find on a desert island.

Create a detailed, 2D sketch which includes shading!

R.E Celebrations- Weddings

Foundation Stage 1 – What is a wedding? Why do people get married? Can you

recreate one with your teddies/toys?

Foundation Stage 2 / KS1 – What happens during a Christian wedding? Can you

draw a picture of a church with the happy couple stood outside?

Year 3 / 4 – What happens during a Sikh wedding? Design a wedding invitation

which outlines to the guests what will be involved.

Year 5 / 6 - What happens during an Islamic wedding? Create a table to list how it

is similar and different to a Christian wedding.

Jigsaw

(PSHCE)

Relationships

For all year groups: This week we’re thinking out ‘change.’ We would like you to

think about how your life is different now compared to before school was closed.

You may want to draw or write about what has changed and how you have adapted!

For example: I can’t play football with my team in the park at the moment, so

instead I’m practicing my skills in the garden!

Letters from the Lighthouse – Every little error gives your enemy

more time

Not wanting to miss a minute of the party, I ran all the way to Queenie’s.

The shop was shut up, so I let myself in through the back door.

“Queenie?” I called. “We’re about to serve the tea. Are you coming?”

After the crowded village hall, the house was quiet. The clock on the

kitchen wall was still stopped; I wondered if Dr Wirth had given up trying

to mend it. “Queenie?” Thinking she’d not heard me, I went down the

cellar steps and found her sat at the table. With her sleeves pushed up,

she was going through what looked to be an old shoebox. She was crying.

I’d never seen Queenie in tears before: she wasn’t the sort of person

you’d imagine cried very much and it threw me, rather.

“I’m sorry.” I backed away. “I’ll wait upstairs.” But she was up and past me before I’d a chance to.

“Give me a moment,” she said.

I didn’t know whether to wait. To be honest, she didn’t look in the mood for a party and might prefer

to be alone. The contents of the shoebox lay spilled across the table like a mouse’s nest. For that’s all

it seemed to be – a clump of shredded paper. The paper was tissue-thin – airmail paper. The strips

looked as though they’d once been letters, little phrases like ‘with all my heart’ and ‘I dream of you

every day’ on each one. They reminded me of the lucky sayings you got in a Christmas cracker or lines

from Valentine’s cards Dad used to send Mum. Gently, I stirred the nest of paper with my hand: In

doing so, I saw a few more:

Each day without you is agony

My dearest Queenie do write soon

I’m sorry for the tears

Don’t forget how I love you

So Queenie did have a penpal after all – a sweetheart, by the looks of things. I felt a bit

uncomfortable reading what was private, so scooping up the strips, I put them back in the box and

closed the lid. It was then I saw on the side of a box – a name, a date: ‘Marcus Epstein: Frankfurt,

March 2nd 1940.’ It was today’s date, a year ago. And, at the bottom, a specific time. 2:10pm.

‘Romantic,’ Mrs Henderson had called Queenie’s clocks; but to me, realising what it probably meant, it

made my throat thicken with tears. No wonder Mum had understood what a stopped clock might

mean. Something must have happened to Marcus Epstein that day, at that time. Something terrible

that made Queenie’s life stop dead. My brain tried to fill in the gaps. Perhaps Marcus was a Jew.

Perhaps this was why she was so set on helping Jewish people, and had such guts when it came to

standing up for what was decent. I didn’t know. In many ways it didn’t matter. It was Queenie’s

private business. She was the person who’d thrown stones at German aircraft, and yet protected the

injured pilot from more harm. She fought for people that was what Queenie did. Beneath our race,

our religion, we were all human beings. We all hurt in the same way.

Upstairs in front of the hall mirror, I could hear now repinning her hair and fastening her coat.

“Right, Olive, I’m ready,” she called down. I went to join her, taking in her smooth, tearless face, the

newly tidied hair. You’d never know from looking at her that her heart was still breaking. But that was

the awful thing: life did go on, and so did that horrible empty ache you felt when someone wasn’t

there anymore.

Back at the tea party, the hall buzzed with noise: laughter, different accents, the excited

exclamations of people trying delicious new foods. It was nice to be amongst it again because it

helped chase my sad thoughts away. I hoped Queenie, who was given a cup of tea by Mrs Henderson,

was feeling the same.

Cliff and me, meanwhile, decided to have a competition to see who could get the most food on their

plate in one go. Everyone had bought something, and seeing it all spread out on the table you’d have

thought rationing had ended.

“I want to try everything,” I said to Cliff, whose eyes were on stalks. There were jam sandwiches –

naturally- cold chicken, slices of potato pie. And on the sweets table were cinnamon biscuits,

Ephraim’s carrot fudge, fruit scones, rock buns. What caught my eye most were the foods I didn’t

know, made by our Austrian visitors: the flat bread, the shredded cabbage in vinegar, the dark dense

cake dusted with icing sugar, and the apple pie that was oblong rather than round, and who pastry

crackled when you cut it.

“I’m going to try everything,” Cliff replied. I just hoped he wouldn’t burst his stitches.

Half an hour later, feeling thoroughly sick, we stopped eating and Cliff declared the winner. Outside,

the dusk was gathering but no one was in a rush to leave, the noise in the hall now the peaceful lull of

easy chat. We moved our chairs so Dr Wirth and Esther could join us, and it felt nice just to talk

about silly things like Pixie’s doggy beard and whether the hospital had thrown Cliff’s appendix away

or not, where it might be now. Mum hadn’t mentioned going home early again, and no one reminded

her.

Then, Mrs Henderson clapped. “Let’s have dancing!” Everyone got to their feet, dragging tables and

chairs aside to make space. Mr Geffen said he had sheet music in his suitcase and went off to fetch

it. When he came back, it turned out Mrs Moore knew most of the tunes on the piano. At first it was

only the Budmouth kids dancing which was like watching carthorses charging about, until Esther

grabbed a boy called John. Following her lead, Mrs Carter took Clive and together they showed them

how to do a dance so fast it made my head spin. It was all kicking legs and swinging arms, with steps

as goofy as a clown’s. Even it’s name – the lindyhop – sounded jolly good fun. I went over to Mum,

taking her hands and pulling her up. “Come on, let’s give it a try.”

“Oh I can’t , Olive,” she protested. “It’s too fast for me.” But she was laughing and not putting up

much of a fight. I managed to get her onto the dance floor. And we’d got as far as learning how to

swing our arms, when the music suddenly stopped mid-beat. Everyone groaned. A familiar voice

boomed over the noise: “Ephraim Pengilly? Are you present?”

Like a switch had dropped, the room went quiet. Mr Spratt in his navy coastguard’s uniform stood

just in the door. With him were four policemen. What were they here for? Who’d done something

wrong? You could see the questions and suspicions returning to people’s faces. Heart floundering, I

guessed the answer: the authorities had got wind of thirty-two Austrians arriving in Budmouth Point

by boat. In truth, it was bound to happen eventually: it was only a matter of time.

Mr Spratt pointed to Ephraim. “That’s our man.” As he and the policemen strode across the room, we

moved to its edges. A glance passed between Mum and Miss Carter. Queenie stared straight ahead,

unblinking. Mrs Henderson started fanning herself with her hand. “I’m here,” Ephraim said clearly.

And I saw how somehow we’d all drifted away from him, so he stood alone. Even Pixie had stayed

traitorously close to Cliff, who’d done back for thirds of cake.

It wasn’t right. Not when Ephraim had done so much for Cliff and me – actually, pretty much everyone

in this room. Letting go of Mum, I went over and linked my arm with his.

“No, Olive.” He tried to pull away.

“Come come, now’s not the time for heroics.” Mr Spratt rolled his eyes. “Unless you’d like to be

handcuffed together and both taken to the police station?”

I didn’t move.

“Wait a minute. What’s Ephraim actually done?” Queenie asked.

“It’s what he hasn’t done that concerns me. A boat turns up mysteriously from France, and not one

word of an explanation in the lighthouse log book?” Mr Spratt put his little hands together. “That,

madam, goes against all regulations.”

Queenie’s face flushed an angry red, but it was Mum who answered. “I’ve also broken regulations,”

she said levelly. I felt a thud of panic as she walked right up to Mr Spratt and held out her wrists.

“So if you’re threatening my daughter with handcuffs, you’d better arrest me too.”

“And me,” Queenie joined her.

“Likewise, Mr Spratt,” agreed Mrs Henderson.

“You should take me as well,” added Miss Carter.

The policemen looked at each other, eyebrows raised. “I’ve also broken the law.” A new voice called

out from the other side of the hall. It was the schoolteacher, Mrs Simmons, now nervously on her

feet. “Last night, I forgot to close my blackout curtains.”

There was a pause.

Then Jim the cabbage man stood up. “You’d better take me too, officer. I gave my petrol coupons to

Mr Fairweather.”

“I bought a pair of nylons on the black market,” said Mrs Moore the baker, which raised an eyebrow

amongst her friends.

People were now standing up thick and fast. I didn’t know whether to cheer or beg them to stop as

the policemen started arguing over what to do. Mr Spratt looked extremely uncomfortable. “Look, if

you’d all just sit down –“

“I fed my dog my meat ration,” a woman I didn’t know called out.

Then Pamela stood up. “I copied Gillian’s history homework last week.”

“And I took that piece of chocolate you were hiding in your desk,” admitted Gillian.

“My baby boy drank too much milk.” This was Miriam with Reuben squirming in her arms. “He’s just

over two weeks old. Do you wish to handcuff him as well?”

It was so absurd that people started to see the funny side of what was happening. Even the

policemen had taken their hats off and were scratching their heads. One of them was drinking a cup

of tea someone had offered him. The funniest thing of all, though, was the expression on Mr Spratt’s

face. He’d gone such a violent shade of purple, I honestly thought he’d burst.

“These people shouldn’t be punished for their kindness,” Dr Wirth, who, stopping in front of Mr

Spratt, stood a good foot taller. “You should be proud of what they’ve done. I only wish more of my

fellow countrymen had such humanity.”

“My dad’s right. You’ve all made us welcome here,” Esther agreed. She caught my eye and smiled.

Trying hard to appear dignified, Mr Spratt looked Dr Wirth up and down. “I’m afraid we haven’t been

introduced, Mr -?”

“Dr Wirth. And I’m afraid you’ll need to arrest us as well,” he said, gesturing to the other refugees.

Confusion spread over Mr Spratt’s face. He looked at the policemen, then to Ephraim, mum and the

others stood before him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, man!” he fumed. “We can’t possible arrest all of you!”

“Not on a Sunday,” remarked the policemen with his teacup in his hand.

His colleague agreed. “We’re not going to break up a happy party, either.”

The only thing left for Mr Spratt to do was leave, which he did, storming out, nostrils flaring like a

small squat bull.

There was a beat of quiet as the room settled again. We caught each other’s eyes. Smiled. Laughed.

Then hands, hats, napkins flew up into the air. The cheer of delight that went up with them was

enough to life the roof.