So here we are in our first week of home education. Bean wants to get straight in and get on with it, though some of our recent conversations have revealed that he thought our “lessons” would be much like school. When I explained again how I saw it[…]

Last week, after handing in our de-registration letter to Bean’s school, I had a meeting with his class teacher. He’d asked if I’d like to meet so we could discuss Bean’s progress, and he could show me where they were up to with various aspects of his school[…]

We don’t like what is happening to state education. We don’t think Gove is fit to be in charge. We see him systematically dismantling what others have worked so hard to build. We see him readying state education for privatisation. Selling off our children’s future for the profit of others. And we want no part of it. Our children are too precious to allow this kind of meddling.

We don’t do glamping. If there are flushing toilets, we consider that the height of luxury. The best place we’ve camped was on an organic farm. The cows in the field next to us were the cows providing the milk for our coffee and pancakes. There was a totem pole in the field. The toilets were composting toilets on stilts in the woods and the shower was operated with your foot and a length of hose dangled into the bucket of water you had heated up on your camp kitchen. We loved it.

During the summer, I decided that I would like an allotment to use as a project with the children. I dutifully put my name on the local waiting lists and waited. And then I discovered that  a friend had done the same, six months earlier and was still[…]