Year 6 Reading Task Wednesday 21st October

Using the text on pages 138-139, make notes around different sections which tell you what is happening. Alex had thought of transmitting the fact that he had actually sighted Yassen Gregorovich. But he had decided against it. If Yassen was there, Mrs Jones had promised to pull him out. And suddenly Alex wanted to see this through to the end. Something was going on at Sayle Enterprises. That much was obvious. And he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t find out what it was. Nadia Vole came back for him as promised and he spent the next three hours touring with the Stormbreaker. This time he enjoyed himself less. And this time, he noticed when he went to the floor a guard had been posted in the corridor outside. It seemed that Sayle Enterprises wasn’t taking any more chances where he was concerned. One o’clock arrived and at last the guard released him from the room and escorted him as far as the main gate. It was a glorious afternoon, the sun shining as he walked out on to the road. He took a last look back. Mr Grin had just come out of one of the buildings and was standing some distance away, talking into a mobile phone. There was something unnerving about the sight. Why should he be making a telephone call now? And who could possibly understand a word he said? It was only once he’d left the plant that Alex was able to relax. Away from the fences, the armed guards and the strange sense of threat that pervaded Sayle Enterprises, it was as if he was breathing fresh air for the first time in days. The Cornish countryside was beautiful, the rolling hills a lish green, dotted with wild flowers. Alex found the footpath sign and turned off the road. He had worked out that Port Tallon was a couple of miles away, a walk of less than an hour if the route wasn’t too hilly. In fact, the path climbed upwards quite steeply almost at once, and suddenly Alex found himself perched over a clear, blue and sparking English Channel, following a track that zigzagged precariously along the edge of a cliff. To one side of him field stretched into the distance, their long grass bending in the breeze. To the other there was a fall of at least fifty metres to the rocks and water below. Port Tallon itself was at the rock and water below. Port Tallon itself was at the very end of the cliffs. Tucked in against the sea. It looked almost too quant from here, like a model in a black and white Hollywood film. He came to a break in the path, a second much rougher track leading away from the sea and across the fields, his instincts would have told him to go straight ahead, but a footpath sign pointed to the right.