My favourite part of Orielton was unarguably sharing a room with my friends. On the first day we clambered up the stairs as quick as possible, lugging over-packed suitcases to grab the best beds in our dorms! Our room consisted of 6 boys and 3 bunk beds (six spaces). It was a new and exciting experience to me.

Our room was a dull white and the beds were made from wood which creaked every time you fractionally moved yet they were still comfy and welcoming to rest on. There was a nice warm and comfy carpet which spanned the floor as well.  Our room looked like a World War 1 minefield with clothes spewed out on the floor and towels flung onto random ledges and onto the floor. It was hastily cleaned up when teachers announced dreaded room inspections.

 At night our room was alive with the sound of laughter which sadly didn’t go down well with the teachers. After a few days energy lacking days I think our group realised that the teachers only made us go to bed early for our benefit not theirs.

There was a vast array of rooms, each with their own specific name, ours was called Seal. At the end of our trip.

I loved all of the trips out and learning about Nature.

I have to say in my opinion the worst thing in Orielton was packing to go home. Packing was grim and a sober task as a week of fun had just come to a halt.

By Gideon