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So back to my blog about the problems the rain caused at my school in Bakewell.

It was summer time and it had been pretty wet and it was a Thursday (don’t ask me why I remember it was a Thursday, I just do!)

Well anyway, it had been raining and raining really heavily for most of the day.

Mum had a group of students down at the swimming baths in Bakewell, she walked them there and back and they all swam, a fitness afternoon. I had my last two periods of lessons in French (not my most favourite lesson) in the language block of the school (I suppose that makes sense, I would hardly have French in the Science block, though knowing our school anything’s possible).

 

That day at school we had the Army there doing a sort of careers thing on the school playing fields (all this is relevant I promise you, just keep reading).

Any road up, the OSO noticed that it was raining really heavily so she thought she had better get her swimmers out of the pool and set off back up the hill to school. She did manage this after a lot of effort. Her pupils were very excited about the weather and also (justifiably I think) moaning about having to walk back in the pouring rain having just got dry from swimming.

 Mum began to realise just how bad the rain was when they were walking up to school on pavements which had literally turned into a river, what fun! She eventually got the pupils safely back only to find that large areas of the school were flooded and I was stranded in the language block in my powered wheelchair totally unable to get back into the main area of school due to it being flooded. I wasn’t on my own there were some other students there and our French teacher.

Army to the rescue! Some of the big burly army men waded through the water and picked up our French teacher and carried her through school until they got her to the main area of school which was dry, she thought it was great! They did the same with me and they also carried my wheelchair through the flood till they got it to dry land, that was a lot heavier than me and my French teacher combined so they did a great job! The rest of the class just took off their shoes and waded back through the water, they all thought it was great fun well it certainly made a change from our normal French lesson!

 

Another time it snowed like mad whilst we were at school so the OSO had to come and fetch us in her battered old Landrover as she couldn’t drive the van which ahd a lift for my wheelchair there because the roads were too bad, this meant I had to leave my wheelchair at school overnight because it wouldn’t fit in the Landrover. It was left in the Deputy Headteacher’s office; I was really worried he would have a go at driving it round once we had gone home!