I have fond memories of the old school and its teachers; Mr Treasure, Mr Pettifer, Mr Bowers, Mrs Cole, Mr Penney, Miss Southgate, Mrs Bone, Mr Long, Mrs Jefferson (she was Dutch and taught me the recorder) Mr Fugl(?) and headmaster Mr Clark.
I remember the pond in the quadrangle with the goldfish and looking after the hamsters, growing pitifully scrawny vegetables in the greenhouse and trying to sell them to the teachers, ‘music with movement’ in the canteen, testing the swimming pool for chlorine and having to change in those wooden hut things, the country dancing festival, being herded down to Thorney Bay to watch Sir Francis Chichester sail down the Thames in Gypsy Moth after circumnavigating the world.
The trips to the Cutty Sark and the Tower of London – the highlight of which was flicking cream crackers into people’s hair from the coach – songs on the coach, Coco the clown landing on the playing field in a helicopter, the ‘little green men’ rumour which frightened the life out of me.
Jones Stores, performing little musical shows by the brick outhouses on the playing field, sports days, warm bottles of school milk, and the legendary trips to Snowdonia – seems like a lifetime away now….