Wellfield Junior School failing our children

Trafford school given inadequate status in Ofsted report

PARENTS were shocked and dismayed at the findings of the recent Ofsted report naming a Trafford primary school as inadequate and requiring significant improvement.

Wellfield junior school on Dumber Lane, Sale has been heavily criticised for inadequate teaching across several classes resulting in many pupils not reaching the expected levels for their age.

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Parents are now considering the impact these failings will have on their children, with some talking of removing them from the school.

One parent said ” I am devastated by the findings. My daughter wants to go to grammar school after Wellfield and now I’m worried she won’t pass the eleven plus.

“She has always enjoyed school before and has done really well,but this year she has had three teachers all ready and is starting to say she doesn’t want to go in. I don’t want to move her at this stage but want what is best for her education.”

The head teacher, Sandra Roberts went on sick leave shortly after the inspection and was unavailable for comment.

Deputy Head teacher, John Tomlinson has been acting Head since October and is very optimistic about the future of Wellfield Junior school.
Mr.Tomlinson has an open door policy for parents wishing to discuss their concerns and said that whilst he felt some of the report was a little harsh there were other aspects of the findings that had to be taken on the chin.
He also said that the staff had been upset by the report but felt that they are a strong team with some fantastic teachers offering a variety of skills between them.
Named as an outstanding teacher in the report, Mr.Tomlinson said he is committed to Wellfield and is hoping to reassure parents that concerns will be dealt with swiftly.
The report also mentions some of the many strengths that Wellfield Junior School has, including rising attainment levels in English and mathematics as well as good attendance and polite,friendly and respectful pupils.
A more detailed plan of action following the report will be sent home with the children this week, including information about classes that are to be offered to those wanting to sit the eleven plus exam next year.
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Himalayan Salt Cave Experience


It was my birthday recently and my younger sister surprised me with a trip to The Himalayan Salt Cave in Cheadle, including lunch and, to my delight, without the children.

We got our deal on Groupon, a bargain at £20 for two, including 45 minutes in the cave followed by lunch, however the prices are very reaonable without the discount and they also offer a range of discounts for block and advance bookings.

pretty salt

We followed SatNav and reached the cave no problem, in fact we would have had time to spare had we found parking a little easier. There are parking bays outside the parade of shops where the cave is situated, but as these were taken we were forced to park quite a substantial distance away.

When we arrived at the cafe/cave we were greeted by a very friendly young lady and were shown through the cafe and into the cave situated behind an ornate looking door.


The cave is actually quite small, cosy and there is comfortable seating for up to six people at a time, although it can be booked for private use too.

cafe saltThe walls and floor are made entirely of pink salt rocks, the ceiling has man made stalactites tipped with fibre optic lights and the overall effect is rather impressive.

Initially as we sat in the cave it was unclear as to what was going to happen, however as the last guests arrived and the door was closed it all came together.

The lighting was dimmed and the ceiling became a sea of colour changing twinkling stars. The sound of a babbling brook filled the air and meditation style music was played through hidden speakers……..Relaxation heaven.


The air is also infused with evaporated salt  during this time and left my lips tasting a little salty, almost like a day at the sea side.

Left to our own devices the time quickly passed and we were both left feeling relaxed and ready for an afternoon nap.

We were brought back into reality as the lighting slowly became brighter and the door was opened, by the lady who had welcomed us earlier as she invited us to the cafe area for lunch.door salt

The cafe has a reasonable menu with something for everyone and no restrictions on what we could order. The waitress/hostess was very chirpy and attentive, she really made us feel comfortable and was more than happy to offer recommendations.

We ordered cheese toasties and cookies, as well as a much needed pot of tea. It arrived quickly and was freshly made, very nice indeed after our relaxation experience.



On the way out there is the opportunity to purchase Himalayan rock salt in different forms, for the home, cooking and even in the bath. My sister chose some large pieces for around her home whilst I picked up a bag of smaller stones for in the bath.

The healing qualities of this salt is well known, and whilst I am lucky enough not to have a skin or chest complaint, I did feel somewhat refreshed and smooth when we left, a little taste of tranquility in an otherwise busy world.

I would highly recommend a visit to The Himalayan Salt Cave and am looking forward to going back soon.

tea at salt

The Himalayan Salt Cave can be found at 8, The Old Rectory Garden, Cheadle.

The website address is http://www.himalayan-saltcave.co.uk  or you can call them on 0161 6375898

It is also worth noting that children are welcome at the Himalayan Salt Cave, they are offered discounted rates and even have their own play area within the cave, perfect.


The Change…


Slouched on the sofa, crisps in his hand and laughing mindlessly at the antics of the well known chat show host on daytime television, Rob never heard her coming, until the door flew open and…”Boy, I’m tired of this same old rubbish, you need to change!”  His mum was home from work and in a foul mood, as always.

Glancing around the room he noticed the mess, upturned cups, food wrappers and even yesterdays socks wrapped around the lamp……”And for goodness sake, when are you gonna get a job?”His mum had obviously got a second wind and was giving him a real ear bashing  this time, “You are 19 years old Rob, when are you going to start acting like the man you want to be, instead of this selfish monster you’re becoming?”

With his mum still droning on Rob knew from experience that she was best left to cool off, so, grabbing his jacket and phone he made for the door and could still hear her exasperated complaints as it slammed shut behind him. The cool, crisp evening air felt fresh on his face as he headed off deeper into the council estate that had been home for as long as he could remember, hoping not to see anyone he knew.

Musing on what his mum had said Robs shoulders slumped and he dug his hands deep into his jacket pocket, trying to get warm whilst not draw any attention to himself, he was in no mood for smalltalk.

Feeling a small pouch in his pocket, Robs frown slowly disappeared as he realised it was in fact some super skunk he’d forgotten about last time he had a session with his friend.Not surprising seeing as they were so high that Rob had vague memories of a field that was full of purple flowers and not much else.

With a renewed spring in his step Rob changed direction and headed towards his mates house.Dan, or “Dan the Man” as they called him. Always had time on his hands and would be more than happy to share a smoke for free, after all it’s not like they had to get up for work in the morning was it?

Ten minutes later Rob arrived at Dans flat to find him facing a similar dressing down from his Ma, what was with these women telling them to change all the time, enough already.

Together the boys set off towards the local woodland, it was their usual haunt for chilling and they had gone there since they were young. Back in the day it was to share sweets and talk girls but these days it was the perfect spot to smoke, both undetected and undisturbed.

Rob was whining, “Come on Dan,I’m gasping”. He couldn’t build a joint, despite many failed attempts, so it was down to Dan to do the honours, something that caused countless arguments as he wouldn’t be rushed and likened it to creating a masterpiece.

Becoming frustrated by the length of time it took his friend to do such a simple task, Rob began to pace up and down the small clearing getting angrier with each step.

Looking in the undergrowth for a stick suitable to poke his friend into skinning up  faster, Rob suddenly became aware of a  green vapour rising from the ground, just the other side of a large fallen branch.On closer inspection it appeared to be coming from a small, smooth stone that had taken on a luminosity in the dusky evening light.

“Dan, Dan look at this, see what I’ve found!” Rob shouted to his friend, who having finally finished building the joint was now admiring his handiwork. Slowly sauntering over, Dan peered at the strange vapour and then tentatively began to nudge the stone, causing it to roll slightly to the side.

The boys were astonished to find that there was something hidden beneath where the stone had been.

Something red.

Reaching out a grubby hand Rob reached down and picked the two tiny, perfectly formed toadstools that had appeared almost from nowhere and were totally unscathed…

“Duude, they are magic shrooms for sure” sighed Rob, hungrily eyeing the freshly harvested fungi, which was now emitting an enticing aroma, almost like warm chocolate and cherries on a sunny day.

When Rob was satisfied that he had discerned which was the bigger of the two toadstools he tossed the smaller one  to Rob whilst popping his quickly into his mouth..”Mmmmm” the boys cooed in unison. These bad boys were delicious, far sweeter tasting than the last lot they had picked. Everyone knew that magic mushrooms grew in these woods, the local teens often came picking them, although they had never had any like these before.

As the friends savoured the intoxicating taste of the ‘shrooms they never noticed the slime beginning to ooze from the ground, in the exact same spot that the mushrooms had stood. They didn’t notice as it slowly spread around their feet and  began to change consistency. They were both focused on the all consuming taste that seemed to embrace them both in a haze of fuzzy happiness.

No sooner than Rob swallowed the last morsel he became aware of his tongue starting to grow thicker, longer and dry, oh so dry that it seemed to adhere to his lips. It began to fill his mouth with an alien shape that no longer resembled his tongue any more.

Palms sweating, head banging, a dark mist descended behind his eyes. It clouded  his brain as he slumped wordlessly to the ground in a heap.


The morning light was bright and Rob winced as he opened his eyes slowly, trying to engage his brain with his body.

How long had he been here, what happened?

A thousand muddled thoughts ran through his head as he slowly sat up, searching around for his friend who was nowhere to be seen.

“Dan!” the word formed in his hazy mind but the sound that left his parched lips sounded animalistic, not at all like his voice and was no louder than a cats feeble mew despite the panic he could feeling creeping up from his chest in a restrictive, crushing wave, threatening to squeeze the life from within his aching ribs.

Alone and scared Rob pushed himself into a sitting position. His body sore and tender, muscles screaming out in pain and tried frantically to piece together the events that led him here. As the memories started to come back and he struggled to a standing position Rob looked down at his hands in horror and disbelief…

His previously sun kissed skin was silver and almost iridescent in the sun, tender to the touch and much cooler than was normal, or comfortable.

His hands had taken on a long, crooked shape with his fingers tapering to small talon like nails. Intricate webbing between each digit gave  them  an amphibian look and his arms were bony, emaciated with large bulbous joints where his elbows once were.

Terrified, Rob began to stagger in the direction of home and his mum, surely she would know what to do, wouldn’t she?

Every step sent shooting pains through his joints as he made his way out of the woodland, pulling up his hood and with his head down he stayed in the shadows on his laboured journey through the estate.

Reaching the familiarity of his house relief flooded over Rob as he began to knock, then bang on the door he had slammed shut only a short while earlier.

Catching his reflection in the window Robs solace was short lived as he took in the face looking back at him.

Barely recognisable his eyes had taken on a vacant, soulless appearance, like deep dark pools in an unnaturally pale  face which was elongated and alien like.

Two small holes were in place of his nose and his mouth had lost all human shape and colour,replaced by thin black lips barely concealing the forked tip of his tongue within.

“Mum Mum let me in, I’ll change, anything, just let me in….please” Robs voice, which was no longer his own had been replaced by a low guttural moan then turned to stunned silence as he heard the click of a gun somewhere behind him. Turning slowly he saw his mum in the window looking with disgust and fear at the beast outside. She mustn’t recognise him Rob thinks, suddenly face to face with the zealous game hunter neighbour from next door.

Clutching a shotgun and a can of beer, he scowls and thrusts the weapon in a way as to leave no doubt that he won’t hesitate to use it, he ordered Rob to get on the floor as he reached for his phone, to call for back up.

Rob, not wanting the authorities involved, stepped forward with his hands up, in what he deemed to be an unthreatening manner. His wild eyed and spirited neighbour saw nothing but a strange monster lurching towards him and  let him have it with both barrels of the shotgun, sending Rob fatally injured crashing to the ground.

They say that when you die your whole life flashes before your eyes.

Not so for Rob, his last thoughts were all about change. Some  you make and the some are made for you. Either way it was too late for him as he slipped into darkness, the faint sound of sirens in the distance.


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