Hi Everyone from ex West Mark School Petersfield. Like a lot of you I too was there. About 1952 till it closed in 1955 when I was transferred to Tylney Hall at Rotherwick. I started in Harting, then Buriton, and ended up in Midhurst. The girls dorm were Selbourne and Winchester. Yes, great times though I was sometime in trouble. Like when I boasted that I could start the gardeners motor bike which was parked by the boys shower block. My mates goaded me on saying that I could not - I did. The bike started up, the mates vanished, and I was left with a bike making a lot of noise that I did not know how to switch it off!!! A whack on the back side from our Mr Evans followed. Another time, some how, we made some sort of alcohol brewed in the janitors store room for drinking during the last night of term, guess what we were found out, another visit to Mr Evans.
After all these years I remember the Saturday evening film shows (if you were good!) proceeded by the walk into Petersfield which allowed free time to do our own thing (hooray! freedom!).
Does any body remember a lass called Crelly(?) Reece a Welsh girl who had a wonderful singing voice. Even as a silly school boy I was mesmerised by her voice - I wonder what happened to her.
My first thoughts of girls started here a Pauline Hill from Greenford Middx. A tall lass (as all my ladies have been) after school she worked in Irish Stud Farm, Hall Dare , Bunclody. I visited her there and got drunk on the illegal Irish whiskey. How about the Lake twins who lived in Wembley, Tony & Eric if I recall correctly. Remember on Saturday in the food block we got fried egg dip. The Quinine spooned out in the medical block in the winter to prevent colds! The Isle of Wight annual day out with packed sandwiches, all very exciting when you are young. After your first term you knew the ropes - like in winter you chose the lower bunk by the large heating pipe that ran around the dorm. Likewise in summer you grabbed to top bunk nearest the window which you could open. We chaps would spend hours over getting the sharpest crease in our trousers and following fashion putting cardboard based top handkerchiefs into our top jacked pocket. Yes, guys and gals they were great times. Yours Mike Pitson.