Threatened Borders nurseries to stay open after parents' campaign
Council leader Euan Jardine said they had been "innovative" in tackling a problem being faced around the country. Lowden, who has starred in films like Fighting with my Family, grew up in Oxton, where he attended the Channelkirk nursery. The closure plan prompted him to post on Instagram that he hoped a way could be found to keep the nursery open, along with other threatened facilities. Last month, the council said it had listened to concerns and agreed to "set aside" the previous decision.Now a special meeting has agreed new models of provision to allow the nurseries to operate during the next school year.A working group is also to look at the provision of early learning and child care in the region and will report back in October.
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