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Spotting windmills

One day I met a man called señor  Nick.  He was a  crazy  prince and  he  had  a  horse  called   skinny.  A sunny day  they  went  on  a  adventure  with  his  friend  Skinny  Steve.

Walking throught  the  soft sand  the know  horses  and  they  were  very hungry  and  thirsty . They  went  through  towns  and   deserts.  And  they  were  going  and   going  and   going…when they  spotted in the distance some  windmills.

They  were giants  so  he  got  his  sord  out  and  ran to  the  windmill  but…he  went  on  one  of  the  wood things  and  his friend  said  its  a  windmill  not  a  giant.

 The  end.

James W.
CE Sant Michael’s Church Primary School, Lincolnshire.

Lazy bones

Once  upon a time there lived a crazy person called don kian, he had a horse called lazy bones because it was a really lazy donkey. Don kian    went   on  an   adventure,
  a  really  crazy  one. 

He met  giant but  it was only a  windmill. Kian went round and round and  faster  very and faster fast as  a rocket .

He was sick in a bucket that  they had brought  with them. They went home and went to get some sweets in the cuberboard after getting  the sweets then  putting the tv on tv burp .

Etham G-R.
CE Sant Michael’s Church Primary School, Lincolnshire.

My crazy dad

Just actuality there is a crazy man called Tom green, my father . Tom do  lots of weird things like put pants on his head. One day I I brought him a new pair of trouser and then he cuts them up and makes a picture out of them.

The next day he wakes up and went to the lighthouse and went to the top and hangs pants on it.People were so shocked.Then he grabbed a child and got her work and scribbled all over it.

I went up to my dad and said:

– what’s up with her?.

My dad said that there was nothing wrong so then i said:

– Well, if there is come to me.

I think my dad is a very good but still a little crazy but still i think he is a very,very good father and i play a lot of adventures with him.

Ellie G.
CE Sant Michael’s Church Primary School, Lincolnshire.

The secret quality

One upon a time there lived a boy called don Mark. He was a very lazy person, so much than people thought that was the lasier person they’ve ever seen before.

Don Mark had a lazy dog too called Milo.  It was a white and small dog, always sleeps. One day they went together to the school and something happened, the dog  bit everyone! And they told the teacher, she was fuores! And the teacher sent him out! So they tropalld on and he found his houem . But this dog had a hidden quality.

A neighbor in the area found very excited that the dog didn’t bit the children for no reason, the dog was waiting patiently at the crossing of school watching children come in and out of the school. So the neighbor could see how the dog prevented children from being hit by cars with a small bite.

Eleanor K. B.
CE Sant Michael’s Church Primary School, Lincolnshire.

Little Steven

Once upon a time there lived a man called Don Nick and his servant small Steven.

Small Steven was a 97860 year old donkey. The next day Don nick thourt his trousers was a pig “ your weird”  said Steven, as he looked at don Nick ‘‘ you’ve got  A hole in your under pants sir or don nick” mutterd Steaven . Mr donkey dragged don Nick out into a FAR AWAY field   for save the beautifuls women in that village into the FAR AWAY fields.
The old old old donkey will live over 876567 years more in the field.

                                  10,00000000000900000 years later                                         

   THE                                          DONKEY                     IS                     STILL            



                                             THE  END

Daniel D.
CE Sant Michael’s Church Primary School, Lincolnshire.

The Quijote in my life

1st prize Category 7-11 y. o.

My Don Quijote is my Grandad Fred. He was born in 1939 in Liverpool, just before World War II started. His dad was also called Fred and was the 7th son of a 7th son.  This was supposed to be lucky but he was miserable and angry.  To avoid him, Fred and his dog called Rinty used to have lots of adventures down at Dam woods; they caught rabbits for his mum to cook for tea. He had good imagination; for example, he pretended his name was Frederick Harvey Winstanley Norman however his wife, two Daughters and Son believed this for 20 long years, even though his name was Frederick Norman.

When he was 10, people started cutting down Dam woods to build Liverpool Airport. He saw the airplanes landing and he imagined what it was like to live in a different country. When he exclaimed to his friends that he wanted to travel and live in sunny countries, they rudely pointed out, ‘You’re not brave enough.  Why do you want to do that? That’s rubbish.’ But Fred still wanted to live his dream and he believed in himself.

My Grandad has a quest for adventure; at the age of 15, he joined the Merchant Navy.  Where he travelled around the world!  He saw: sunny blue skies, deserts and smelled the salty sea; he wanted to feel the warm weather and taste different foods and spices. 

One day he went on a boat from Liverpool to take goods to India, the quickest way was to sail through the Suez Canal. However, at that time, there was a war called the Suez crisis – he was on this canal when they shut the gates tight. He wondered if a bomb might hit his boat and explode the Canal.  He was stuck there for several weeks!  He was only 16.

My Grandad went to Brazil and Argentina, where after drinking beer at the port, he missed his ship and spent two days with no sleep and no food, chasing it to another port, miles up the river Plate.  The Captain fined him two weeks pay.  He travelled to the Caribbean, India and North America, where he bought Elvis Presley records before he was even heard of in England! 

Grandad wore suits he had made very cheaply in Singapore. He was wearing one when he met Grandma, when he was back in Liverpool.  My Grandma’s step-mum thought that my Grandad was a trouble maker because he wore a red tie and fancy suits.  She married him anyway.  Now my Grandad and Grandma live in Spain.  Grandma is like Grandad’s Sancho Panza.

When we visit them in Spain, we get caught up in Grandad’s adventures.  He always gets lost; we once drove to a restaurant which was supposed to be 5 miles away; we took one of Grandad’s “shortcuts” and 30 miles later we finally arrived!  

I think, like Don Quijote and my Grandad, you should be brave and live your dream.

My Grandad encouraged his family to travel; my mum has lived and worked in Saudi Arabia and has visited many countries.  My Grandad is still living his dream; he won’t wake up as Alonso Quijana like poor Don Quijote.

Alex V.
Park Road Community Primary School

«Travels in Portugal… and Spain» by H. F. Link

Following his interest in botany, entomology and ornithology, Henry Frederick Link visited Spain with the Count of Hoffmannfegg, in 1798. The origin of this journey was initially to do a research focused in Portugal, as Link himself underlines in the introduction of the book “to collect materials for Fauna and Flora Lusitaniae”.

However, his exploration spread out to Spain and France and he went beyond his scientific purpose and decided to write a travel book about these three countries.


“At the time we had no idea of publishing and account of our travels as such; our chief attention was directed to investigating the works of nature, especially the botanical riches of the country”

Nevertheless on his return, after reading numerous accounts of travels in Portugal, Link discovered so many inaccuracies that he decided to “seize the pen to defend my friends the Portugueze” and wrote Travels in Portugal and through France and Spain. With a dissertation on the literature of Portugal, and the Spanish and Portugueze Languages.

Written in 1801 and translated from the German by John Hincley the copy available in our library was published that year by Nichols and Son Printers, in London. The information related to Spain is gathered in six chapters of the book (VII-XI), from Biscay to Extremadura, through Castile and Madrid.



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Club de lectura = Reading group

El 22 de marzo de 2010 en Books, Reading group por | Sin comentarios
El Colectivo invites you to the Reading Group that organizes in collaboration with the Instituto Cervantes. It offers you the opportunity to talk about and discuss Spanish and Latin American literature, imitating the traditional Spanish tertulia. The reading group meets one Friday per month at 6.30pm in the Instituto Cervantes; it is free to join and you are welcome to come along to any session. In order to participate, there is only one requirement: to have read the scheduled book.
El Colectivo te invita a participar en el Club de Lectura que organiza en colaboración con El Instituto Cervantes. Las reuniones recuperan la tradición de la tertulia y son gratuitas y abiertas. Para participar sólo hay un requisito: haber leído el libro que se propone cada mes.
Here you are the books to come // Los próximos libros serán:
  • Todas las almas de Javier Marías -26 de marzo, 6.30pm
  • El olvido que seremos de Héctor Abad -23 de abril, 6.30pm
  • La virgen de los sicarios de Fernando Vallejo -28 mayo, 6.30pm
  • El mundo de Juan José Millás -25 junio, 6.30pm
  • La invención de Morel de Bioy Casares -16 julio, 6.30pm




Laughing over lemons

Chris StewartWE DON’T do stand-up comedy at the Instituto Cervantes, we don’t even do sit-down comedy very often, but last night’s audience with Chris ‘Driving Over Lemons’ Stewart was the funniest evening LondonSpanish has had for some time.

Chris proved he is just as witty a speaker as he is a writer, and another packed house was soon laughing along as he recounted his latest adventures and embarrassments in the Alpujarras. Like the rest of Andalusia, the area has seen rainfall of epic proportions in the past few months, and Chris told how a flood swept away one of its many ham-curing houses.

Locals gathered downstream hoping to salvage some of the contents as they were washed up – only to find the meat had been smashed away by the torrent and just bones remained. As Chris would later point out, mountain people are a little, um, different.

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“Tourist in Spain» (1837) by Thomas Roscoe

Alcazar at SegoviaThomas Roscoe (Liverpool, 1791) was a British journalist and travel-writer. The account of his journeys was published by Mr. Jennings within the collection Landscape Annual. Although Mr. Roscoe wrote four volumes on Spain –which can be found in our library–, Tourist in Spain: Biscay and the Castile’s is his most representative piece of travel writing. He also wrote works on France, Italy and Morocco and The Life and Writings of Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra.

In Tourist in Spain (1837) the author relates the events that took place throughout his travels around Spain, starting in the autumn of 1935. Bayonne is the starting point of the peninsular tour, through the Pyrenees, visiting then Vitoria, Burgos, Segovia, Madrid and ending in Toledo. Within the first half of the volume, Mr. Roscoe stresses the events related to the conflict that is taking place during that period, the First Carlist War, and its “barbarous excesses committed on both sides throughout this lamentable war”.

Besides Roscoe’s personal adventures, the author relates stories from other people that he met during his journey. With regard to the Spaniards, the journalist states that “they do not govern themselves here by the laws of ethics, but by custom, or according to the rules they can suck out of the pith of old proverbs, mostly antediluvian, and just suited to the world as it existed before the flood”.

Street of Alcalá, MadridThe engravings by David Roberts that illustrate the book are one of the most remarkable features of this volume. According to Spectator, “The engravings are so uniformly excellent, that we cannot, without doing injustice to the other, name any one in particular. They are, for the most part, perfect”.


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