Snow Go!

Since it seems I'm going to be thwarted in my attempts to do any hill-walking this weekend and because I promised you some photos, here they are;

This is the Spey Bay to Fochabers road, the river Spey is about 10m to the right just behind the trees and bushes.

Here is the river, looking downstream. I believe it's the fastest flowing river in the UK.

Elgin town centre with St. Giles church at the rear.

This is the back road into Elgin. The building at the end of the road is a distillery.

This is Buckpool, where I live. I took this picture looking out over the Moray Firth, about 150m for my house.

Not With This Tide!

I had a bit of a nightmare this afternoon. It's the first time I've had any real bother with pupils, and I found some of them real heavy going. What made things so difficult was that I was doing some marking for the first time. I had to talk through their work with puils who had finished certain topics and it was during this time that the pupils started getting rowdy. I can see that a couple of individuals are going to have to be taken in hand.

I know I need to get tough with some of this lot. maybe I'll have to transfer someone out of the class as a warning message to the rest of them, although I'll take no pleasure in it. But, if they carry on like today, next time I see them, I'm afraid I'll have no option but to take some sort of action, because they think that getting away with it once is a signal that they can do it all the time. Probably because we're talking about older pupils here. The younger ones generally do what they're told. I dread to think what some of this lot get up to at the weekend.

I watched "My Boy Jack" last night with Daniel Radcliffe (Harry Potter) in it. True story, although I did find it pretty depressing. But, I've heard worse stories. This old guy I used to work for told me about how 15 young men set off from the village of Spey Bay to fight in the Great War. Only one of them ever returned. That must have been all of the young men from that village, as it's very small. Another story recanted how a woman had 3 sons off fighting. The sons were married to women from different villages, and on one particular day, the wives of all 3 men arrived at their mother-in-law's to inform her of their husbands deaths. That's right, she heard of her sons deaths, the three of them in one day. A bit like Saving Private Ryan, only true!