The afternoon here is modest and there is no point describing it as anything else. Two clubs run on two afternoons: the garden club on Sunday and football on Tuesday, both until half past three, both free, both run by teachers who are paid for the hour.
The garden is eleven beds along the wall, worked by whoever turns up, and it grows chillies, cucumber, curry leaf, papaya and one bed of watermelon that is a matter of some ceremony. Grade five measures the beds and works out the yields. Grade one waters. Everything grown is cooked by two mothers and eaten by the children on the last Thursday of the month, which is the most popular day in the school calendar.
Football is played on the yard, which is sand, has a lean and floods at the eastern end in the wet season. It is what there is. A match against the school on the next island happens twice a year on the boat and is the highlight of the year for most of the older children.
What we cannot run: art, music, drama, athletics, swimming lessons, chess or anything else requiring a teacher we do not have. Six adults, ninety four children, and a school day that already runs on one absence rearranging the whole timetable.
What we can do, and do, is let children be in the reading corner and the garden whenever they are not in a lesson, which in a school this small is easy to supervise and is worth more than a club list.