This was rather a special posting for me. The small primary school my kids went to had a tradition of kennings. In their final year there was a leaver’s assembly that all parents were invited to. Part of this was the class teacher reading a kenning about each child. Every child in the class wrote a line about every other child, and these were put together to form a beautiful kenning. Each child wanted to contribute the last line, because that was always the most special. Or maybe that was just my kids? Anyhow, it was a lovely tradition.
I had always vaguely wondered where the idea came from, and now I know.