Whatever was the name of the young lady who lived a few hundred yards from Gresham House?  She, as a favour to the “young gentleman” on whom she was keen at the time, would enswathe her body at her window at around 7.30 in the morning. Could this be why it was that a small army of heavy mac and wellington boot clad “friends” would accompany this favoured beau on his way to breakfast at the Shooting Lodge?

There were balmy sunny weekends to counter the wet and cold ones of the N.W.Norfolk coast. Do you remember the old Lido swimming pool next to the Kit-Kat Club? Sadly neither are there now, but what a brilliant pool it was on a hot Sunday afternoon to bask our white bodies in the sun and see what goodies the girl’s boarding house were hiding in their bathing costumes.

Anon

Who was it that used to update fireworks in class, at Ingoldisthorpe, first right at the top of the stairs. He sat at the back in front of the fireplace and it must have been 1958/9. He was trying out a shorter fuse to an improved banger during either a free period or evening prep. He had just lit the thing and was about to throw it in the fireplace when Roger looked through the glass door panel and came in. The boy was forced to throw the lighted banger in his desk and lean heavily on the lid. In a very few seconds there was a very loud muffled bang. The ink well took off at great speed followed by a large white mushroom of smoke from the vacated hole. The ink well hit the ceiling at great speed and bounced back to the floor leaving a big blue splodge on the plaster. The outcome goes without saying.

Geoff Kimberley