Production Line.

Still very very very dry here in Yorkshire.

Students with Special Educational Needs and Disabilities (SEND) are significantly more likely to be excluded from school than their peers. Data shows that pupils with Education, Health and Care (EHC) plans are five times more likely to be excluded, while autistic students make up the largest specific SEND group facing exclusion.

The school I went to all those millennia ago was truly AWFUL. A look back at its alumni and you can find one quite famous magician and an array of convicted felons, that’s it really. It was that bad, that every few years they would rename the School in a desperate attempt to erase all the bad memories and headlines. One strip of waste land maybe 50 yards square, with hardly any grass served as the football, rugby, athletics and cricket pitch. Half of the classrooms seemed to be permanently closed off due to a combination of leaking roofs and asbestos in the walls. Rumour has it there was a library but I never found it in 5 years. There was some great teachers, but just not enough of them, leading to massive class sizes.

At that time there was a national push for every student to learn a foreign language. Problem was that just after I started, one of the two language teachers left and was never replaced. Maybe it was a budget issue, maybe it was just the prospect of teaching our rabble. As attractive a career move as the poor sods sent in with a bucket to feed the Raptors in Jurassic Park. So half the kids learnt a language and the other half (including me) did something loosely called European Studies. Randomly shown pictures of various national flags and European Capital Cities for two years, zero exposure to any foreign languages.

Fast forward to Hawklad’s school days. He wanted to learn a language but the problem was that the school didn’t have enough teaches to offer individualised learning, AND actually weren’t allowed to. Languages had to be taught in a set way, one standard production line. If the teaching method didn’t work for the student, then tough…. At that time his dyslexia meant that he just couldn’t follow the text book method. We asked if he could switch to a graphical approach, something like Rosetta Stone, but the school refused. As he dropped so far behind eventually the school informed us that he would be removed from Foreign Language learning . A phrase sticks with me ‘one less subject for him to worry about’. It wasn’t just French, same thing happened in Computing. The classroom IT teaching was focused obsessively on Coding. Trying to accurately type words into a computer while trying to keep up with the class was a nightmare for Hawklad. The School again would not consider different teaching approaches, so inevitably the letter came saying ‘one less subject for him to worry about’. The School had classes organised on assessed performance levels. Sadly to be in the ‘Bottom Set’ seemed to consign the student to the educational scrap heap, no prospect of getting any positive final exam results. Teaching in that Class was often more about minimising trouble and disruption.

The scary thing is that unlike the dreadful school I went to, Hawklad’s School had a great reputation. It was always highly rated for its teaching by the National Auditors. The School clearly knew exactly what it would be assessed on and made sure it was good in those areas. It delivered on the prescribed national schooling production lines and it didn’t seem to matter if a few students dropped out of those production lines along the way…. How many are getting disillusioned, discouraged and disaffected within our schools.

ITV News has found that many parents of SEND pupils are increasingly opting to deregister their child due to poor provisions within the state sector.

Dry Moors

Another week, and still no rain here in Yorkshire. Not noticed The Moors being this dry before. Increasingly feeling a bit like a dust bowl in places.

There is usually a mini pond here, completely bone dry currently……

It’s officially dry. The local weather station hasn’t recorded any measurable rainfall in 26 days. That’s after the driest Spring on record as well. Speaking to the local farmer, they are struggling. In his words the fields are like concrete, it’s going to be another really poor harvest this year, that assumes they don’t go up in flames first.

If a place like Yorkshire is this dry, you know something is going seriously wrong…..

F1

Last weekend brought our second trip to the British Grand Prix at Silverstone. A wonderful, exciting but crowded day, it was a sell out with 168,000 there on a dry, very warm day…… Last year we had lightning and torrential rain storms……. So walking around in shorts and a T-shirt made a nice change.

Slightly limited photos this year due to my inner Muppet. I did bring my best camera, unfortunately I didn’t bring its battery…. that stayed back in Yorkshire, happily charging in the wall socket. Once again the iPhone came to the rescue.

But I do need to discuss something very weird, very strange, kind of unnerving. The WEATHER. Yorkshire is a wet and windy place. It rains, in winter it really rains, in summer it really rains. We get lots of clouds, clouds permanently live here. But for the last couple of weeks it’s been hot and dry. NO RAIN. And then you get this weather forecast.

Yes it’s getting cooler but where on earth are the clouds. This can’t be, this is Yorkshire. Two days ago I went to buy a watering can. Yes a watering can. My poor plants need water and I have never really needed to water before…. I usually live under clouds in Yorkshire, they do my watering for me. As I walked out with my brand new sparkling green watering can, I bumped into a neighbour, and quoting her exact words….

“… hope you have left me one, I’m off to buy my first ever watering can. This is what it must be like to have proper summers …..”

53000

If results go his way and he feels ready, then September might see Hawklad start University. Hopefully in person rather than online. I so hope he can, hopefully the start of building friendships and a life outside of the home.

But here’s a scary fact.

Currently the average student leaves an English University with a debt of £53000. England has some of the highest student loan debts in the world.

£53000……

This is at the same time that prices are spiralling upwards, property costs are eye wateringly high and the jobs market is starting to collapse. More older people are staying in work way longer to pay rising living costs and to help out their younger family members. AI is starting to destroy the jobs market, remove the jobs that were once open to the younger generation. All this means that the younger jobs market is rapidly contracting.

£53000 student debt for limited job prospects and an uncertain future.

As a handful of global billionaires become trillionaires, just how many of the ridiculously rich and national governments are actively thinking about the future for this and future younger generations.

Maybe they are waiting to ask the next version of the AI models for an answer.

Well that was close….

Finally had a trip to see the local Rugby League team. Perennial game underdogs and lower league residents, but this year, they are in The Super League. We chose an ‘easy game’ against a truly massive club, a team who have won the world club challenge cup 5 times. In contrast the local club has basically never won anything apart from maybe a couple of best half time pie contests.

Can you guess from the big screen, which team is the perennial underdogs and which one are the 5 times world champions.

Yep, the local team got properly hammered…. At one stage it was going to be a record breaking loss. One hopeful local supporter kept shouting ‘BELIEVE, we can still win this….”

Whisper it, York must have listened to him, they had a mini late fight back. Given another 3 days, they might have even won. 😂😂😂

Peak District

A rare UK sunny day, so off we ventured to the Peak District. For a walk around the Ladybower Reservoir. It’s a big old piece of water, takes hours to walk around it.

It took 8 years to construct it and then 2 years to fill it to a depth of just over 40 metres. When it was filled, two beautiful villages were sadly, no more.

During WWII, RAF bombers practiced here with bouncing bombs for future raids on German Dams, as seen in the old Dambusters Movie.

The Reservoir also features two massive plug holes, that control the level of water and power huge hydroelectric generators.

If you ever get the chance, it’s a great place to visit and walk. But sadly NO Swimming allowed.

Guests

An almost orderly queue, patiently waiting for some attention. If ever Cows were going to be domestic pets, these would be the ones.

The Gate definitely stopped us from being followed back home. Not sure we would have enough biscuits for our new guests.

In the UK, at the age of 18, any additional mental health, social and educational support has a habit of being abruptly withdrawn. After Hawklad reached 18, he was only left with some Educational support that would last until he left College. Now that remaining support has ended.

We’ve known that time was coming but when the official letter arrived, it was still a bit of an eye opener, I was kinda expecting a bit more. Maybe some questions about how Hawklad was doing, how he was feeling. Maybe a final review meeting. Maybe a final action plan. Maybe a transition contact point for a year or two at least. Maybe a list of potential help avenues, what to do if things don’t go well.

What Hawklad received was a brief letter saying all support had now ended, wishing him well on his next steps, whatever that might be. That was it. Nothing else.

A few weeks later I was taking to someone in the village whose Granddaughter had just received the same letter. The Granddaughter had been receiving support for years and then suddenly it was terminated when she reached 18 (even though she still really needed the help). She got the dreaded brief letter basically just saying GOOD-LUCK FOR THE FUTURE….

As one Psychologist told me years back, the UK system assumes that when you reach 18, you have either been suddenly FIXED or you have to FIX yourself on your OWN. It’s much cheaper that way….

Treasure hunt…

Proper Summer Weather..

Before the rain set in, the garden called. But before I started, it was the Strimmer Treasure Hunt. I wonder just how many do this at some stage. A break in the weather, you get out the Strimmer and then you remember…..

I didn’t order a new bag of blades..

No blades, so the Strimmer Treasure Hunt begins. You search every corner of the shed and garden. And then, BINGO…. It’s Jackpot…… One previously enjoyed blade hiding in the undergrowth.

The gardening can now begin.

Summer

Hot Summer lasted 2 days in Yorkshire…..

We headed to the coast on NOT one of those 2 days. Brave Souls still taking on the NOT so tropical North Sea.

Huge queues for the hot drinks, no takers for the ice cream. Perfect day for a stroll along the promenade.

A good place to recharge and forget the torture of A-Level exams, now it’s a waiting game until grades get published in August. The frustration is that two years of study, come down to exams scheduled over a couple of weeks. A couple of weeks that just happened to coincide with Hawklad battling a really heavy cold and rasping chesty cough. Just how many have to sit exams when they are not feeling well. Also not helped by the dreaded exam clash. Two exams scheduled at the same time, so feeling like crap, you sit one exam, then get a few minute break and then you dive straight into a second exam. But exams are the best way to assesses ability, that’s what we are told, so it must be true.