There’s a camp ?
One of the downfalls with my replacing someone halfway through the school year was that things that had been organised with them were suddenly my responsibility. Which was fine – when people remembered to tell me on time !
So when it was casually mentioned a week beforehand that I would be heading off on the CE1/CE2 overnight camp during the last week of school, I frowned and asked if the kids knew about it – because I sure didn’t.
Turns out yes, yes they did. Since December. Alrighty then !
So we left Lyon bright and early on the Monday morning and headed south for our séjour in Provence. The kids were great on the bus, loaded up with their gadgets, and we rolled on down to Mornas in the Vaucluse region of France. Mornas is a small medieval town next to the autoroute and it has an excellent clifftop fortress. We visited the fortress with a ‘knight’ and learnt about defence, food, punishment and fighting in medieval times.
After a picnic lunch, we headed into town to do a medieval treasure hunt. The kids had a ball finding different bits and pieces around Mornas (me too !), and a sneaky history lesson was thrown in at the same time.
Next stop was the park for afternoon tea, then back on the bus to our home for the night – a holiday village in Vaison la Romaine. It was fabulous. I shared a 6 bedroom house with 12 giggling girls. The grounds were huge – these city-slicker kids went wild ! Even I did some handstands and cartwheels on the grass ! We had a great dinner, and made the most of the grounds and the long summer day – we packed the kids off to bed around 10 when it got dark.
Tuesday was spent at a circus training park, Parc Alexis Gruss. Alexis Gruss is an equestrian and circus director from way back; he (and his family) put on a very impressive day – horse training, an educational show (in that they explained the training required between each act – no photos allowed, unfortunately), a picnic, a clown/magic show, a dog show, a horse show and, finally, the elephant’s shower.
Then it was home time. The trip back to Lyon was uneventful: the kids slept, scrounged the last of their lollies from the bottoms of their backpacks and enjoyed the novelty of the toilet on the bus. We got back safe and sound, albeit 90 minutes late (hey, it’s France, that’s how they roll) !
I originally thought, ‘Wow, isn’t there enough to do during that last week?’ but in hindsight, camp was a really nice way to finish off the school year.
And no, not just because the teachers can drink wine !