Brilliance
A very Happy New Year to everyone, as we regather – in the snow-dust, frost and cold – for a term of promise and potential.
A very Happy New Year to everyone, as we regather – in the snow-dust, frost and cold – for a term of promise and potential.
It’s leading into one of the best times of year here at Pilgrims’, as gears wind up towards the Christmas events and end of term. The Chamber Choir sang wonderfully at the Kingsgate Christmas lights switch-on last night, having done similarly for the city’s lights ceremony last week, and this morning saw some excellent performances in the chill for our Promenade Concert. Very well done to all the boys involved and for the fundraising achieved!
Over the summer holidays...
Our Headmaster is encouraging our boys to pick up a good read over the half term break.
Unsurprisingly, there has been no shortage of debate in recent months about the influence of AI on education.
This week we mark World Poetry Day, a reminder that poetry is not merely a matter of rhyme and rhythm but, at its best, of a certain human truth. One of the risks of viewing poetry solely through the familiar lens of the Romantics is that it can appear to idealise life, polishing experience into something unnaturally smooth and harmonious.
Although The Pilgrims’ Pitches sports updates give them their ‘moment in the sun’, it’s great to be able to start with a quick congratulations to the Firsts football team, who’ve had a great start to their season out on the playing fields, with victories over Walhampton and Westbourne House, alongside a hard-earned draw against Twyford.
Well – fully and properly – a very warm welcome back (or welcome!) to everyone in our community, with just over a week gone since the start of term.
As the final days of term approach - sun hats slightly askew, lost property overflowing with odd socks, and many of us (staff and parents included) running on reserves of willpower and coffee – the concept of ‘pride’ is on my mind.
Farewell to our long standing Director of Sport
Epochs can end in different ways.
A couple of short hours ago, the Year 8 boys returned still streaked with Devon mud, tired but buzzing, unloading their bags with the weary pride of the school’s veterans returning from a campaign. Mount Kelly - our well-established Year 8 residential destination - has once again worked its special, boggy magic!