A man on horseback rode for three long days and three long nights to deliver a message to Class 1.  He crossed the scorching deserts and dusty mining towns.  He camped by billabongs and rivers and tried not to make a fuss, for he knew Class 1 was waiting, for what lay in his leather saddle box.

The trail was fairly flat and straight until one day it dipped.  The horse leant down and picked up speed, soon reaching the safe earth at the bottom.  They realised then they’d missed a turn and stumbled into an unknown secret valley.  There were giant trees that towered over clouds, leaves dappled gold and silver.  Ribboned rain fell down and mist crept in.  The man and horse entranced.  Time stood still and yet turned back in that ancient valley wonder.  The horse walked on, then up and over.  They both turned back to catch a last glance, but nothing could be seen… only fine specks of gold dust scattered on and around their feet. So, on they cantered and galloped to deliver a message for Class 1 just in time for morning lesson and just in time not to be seen by anyone.

This mysterious man on horseback has braved wild and woolly nights of late to deliver messages hidden in the four corners of our room.  Each time offering opportunities to practice our letters and numbers and in the transition that we now make in reading our own writing.  Since discovering the alphabet we gather in our hearth (Karlup) for stories of the dreaming, as well as, complementing our learning at Bush school with Noongar counting, colours and body parts.

Our Karlup and from the story of Kooba and Djer-djer (Red Robin and Blue Wren)

Thank you to the many can contributions from across the school, only four to go to make a full set of class stilts.

Recorder bags on the loom and our lanterns waiting to light up the night