A Blast From the Past

I was at Spyway from 1970 - 75. You are right, right, right. What memories have flooded back: you could traverse the entire school in the roof space (the warning about falling through was Apocryphal); Ciel really did smell; having dry clothes thrown into the Drove (borrowed from a mate, now in peril that he might be caught dressed for bed late on a Sunday afternoon) so that you could report back to Mr Geoffery after a Sunday walk without revealing that you had been caught at Seacombe by a wave. 

Oh, and it started '55BC Julius Caesar invaded Britain' - at least I think it did. The matron was Rosemary Maloney (owner of Romulus the golden retriever), summers were never longer, blackouts and powercuts were the norm in winter, the cooks were Spanish and pudding always seemed to be semolina with just one teaspoon of runny raspberry jam. If you were lucky enough to find a seed it was reputed to be a wood chip especially made by the father of one of the Vischer boys.