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Our Visit to Hopetoun House

We went to Hopetoun House to learn what a house would look like three hundred years ago.(Although Hopetoun House was actually three hundred and six years old.)

Hopetoun House was owned by the Hope family, as I said, three hundred and six years ago. The master of the house and the lady of the house had servants who set the very fancy table in the dining room.

When we got there, a lady and a man were waiting for us. We all scuttled inside. We then had our break. When everyone had finished we all dressed up. I can't remember what I was, but I do remember that Robert was the butler.

Then we went for a tour round Hopetoun House. We went under the stairs where the front door was. Under there was the servants' corridor. It wasn't the nicest, I must say. We went to the butler's parlour after that. There was fake quill writing, shoe polishing, pan polishing, ornament polishing, rug cleaning, ironing and doing the washing up and dishes.

Then we went through another few rooms, for example the dining room, the bathroom, and a great big room where everyone sat down for a chat.

After that Nigel, the ranger, opened the shop while we were eating our lunch. I brought five pounds to spend so I bought an invisible pen set, fool's gold and a rubber.

Then we lined up to go out into the grounds with Nigel to look for animal homes or animal signs. All of us walked, but then we stopped. He had something round and hard. It was a rabbit dropping. He then put down the rabbit dropping and walked on until we stopped again. There was a mole track, very faded on a mole hile. We had a look at the footprint for a wee while and then we walked on.
Then we walked up where Nigel told us. There was a log which had been pecked by a woodpecker. I noticed the House again. We walked in through the iron gates back into the House. Mrs Edwards gave us a certificate. Mrs Macleod took it and we left.

I thought our trip was outstanding.

Jack



P3 wrote some Autumn poems
Autumn



Leaves fall, like leaves do.
Entire forest looks so bare.
A proud tree loks bigger, thin and tall.
Very dramatic it all looks.
Every leaf brings joy to my eyes.
Sadly autumn is over.

Autumn is a great season.
Up above are the trees that have no clothes.
The leaves that I kick seem refreshing to me.
Under me the conkers crunch.
Make Autumn go on,
Never ending season of colour.

Aidan

Autumn

An ever changing time of year,
Under the trees the squirrels play.
The place we occupy seems cold and bare.
Under my feet the crunching sound.
Many long, cold nights ahead
Nights todream about the spring

James

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