Heads were scratched, noses picked. Miss Spencer sighed. The pupils at the inner-city school on her previous placement had known the answer immediately.
Rupert’s hand shot up. “It’s a Bermuda sloop,” he exclaimed.
“No, silly,” stated Theo. “It’s clearly a beach catamaran.”
“Not so!” another boy shouted before insults were hurled.
Miss Spencer minimised the photo of the boat and considered moving on to ‘c’ for car.
“Quiet reading time!” she declared instead.