We've been planning and writing our own adventure stories set in the midst of the Middle Ages.
Using this as a starting point, the children have written their own tales of bravery.
After three days of weary travel, the knight and his young squire rode into Weirsworth as dusk fell upon the settlement. The rustling of the nearby crops swaying in the breeze, the crackling of flames heating cooking pots in the villagers’ houses and the gentle clanging of equipment against their own horses’ saddles were the only noises that perforated the eerie silence. Sat firmly upon the hill ahead of them, Baron De Bolbec’s castle looked out over his manor like a looming goshawk surveying its prey. The haunting howl of a wolf rang out over the nearby woods and sent a shiver running down Bryce’s spine. He squeezed his legs, encouraging his grey steed to canter closer to his master.
“Will the Baron receive us at such an hour?” he called forward to Sir Ulric, the brown haired knight riding a charcoal charger, clad from the neck down in dark leather and plate armour.
“Aye, he summoned us to arrive by tomorrow’s light. He should be glad for our early arrival,” Ulric’s hoarse voice carried back. The older knight always knew how to reassure his apprentice. The boy had spent the last months travelling from lordship to lordship with Sir Ulric, solving their problems in the name of the King. His knighthood training was proving harder than he’d ever believed, but even in the most dangerous mission Sir Ulric had never let any harm come to him. What perils awaited them this time?