Thursday 3 December 2009

The Final Whistle


Reg Saville had been teaching piano lessons at Spyway since 1962 and in November 1975 'The Old Man', as Eric was known in the Common Room, told him to take ten of the senior boys to Bournemouth for their piano exams.

RS asked 'The Old Man' for the official Royal School of Music form so that he would know the precise time and location but Eric gave him a chit instead with the details on: the time of the exam, the chit said, was 10am.

RS and the boys arrived in plenty of time in Bournemouth, found out where the venue was and, with time to spare, went for breakfast in Forte's. The boys were glad to be treated to a decent fry-up after the frugal school fare but when they all returned to the exam venue shortly before 10, the lady on reception said : 'Oh, we've been worried about you - you were supposed to be here an hour ago - you've missed the exams".

RS was shown the official documentation which had been sent to Eric, confirming the exam time as indeed 9am. The secretary, however, was very helpful and told RS she could re-arrange the piano exams for that very lunchtime.

This agreed, the boys and RS returned to Forte's for an early lunch, much to the pupils' added delight. The examinations successfully completed, RS and party returned to Langton in the late afternoon, to find Spyway very quiet, unusually quiet.

RS went to the Common Room to investigate, only to be greeted by an angry Geoffrey who said: "Eric's dead - and it's your fault".

Spyway had always been fiercely competitive at sport but it turned out that afternoon the delayed piano exams had meant the school's first choice of team couldn't be fielded against its greatest rivals. At short notice, Eric and Geoffrey were forced to play junior members of the school as substitutes.

The Spyway team was of course roundly trounced; Eric was very disappointed and the day's fateful events took their course, with Eric dying of a heart attack in his study shortly after the final whistle.

Another Ghost Story


I too have heard of Spyway being haunted.
When the building was owned by International House as a language school, I was practising the organ in Langton church one evening when I sensed I was not alone. I stopped playing and turned around to find an Arab youth behind me.
He said he had never been in a Christian church before, nor had he heard an organ. He was an Assad from Syria. He then asked if I would play something very softly, which I did.
He sat down and became very thoughtful. When he stood up, he thanked me and then added: “Did you know that Spyway House is haunted?”. He said he had twice seen a girl on the landing of the back stairs, but when he approached her and said “You know, you should not be in here”, she disappeared through the wall.
I said: “How interesting” and left it at that. That is as much as I know about the Spyway ghost.

Wednesday 2 December 2009

A History Essay (Dark Blue Exercise Book)



A former Eton schoolmaster called Thomas Pellatt, who had married an heiress named Ellinor Thomas, bought the “Little Manor” called Durnford from the impoverished Rogers family in 1893.
Pellatt eventually went on to build Spyway for one of his daughters to run.“T.P” as he was known, converted the outbuildings of Durnford House into a preparatory school which became very famous.
T.P, along with his wife and two daughters, lived at Durnford Manor House. The school prepared exclusively for Eton, and was in its day seen as “progressive”. Many of the British aristocracy sent their sons to Durnford where they either adored or hated T.P.
He was a violent bully and could not abide sensitive boys or those who were homesick or did not excel at sport. Sons of German Counts and Barons appeared at Durnford in the years prior to World War I, and between the wars several members of foreign royalty, such as the King of Siam and the Hashemite princes.
The estate of Durnford stretched from a little settlement calledMount Pleasant, immediately north of the kitchen gardens of the school, to the cliffs at Dancing Ledge to the south.
The long straight bounds of this manor can still be seen at the east boundary of Spyway's grounds and the wall on the west side of Durnford Drove.
In 1910 Tom Pellatt got a quarryman to blast a swimming pool out of the rock at Dancing Ledge, near the water line, so that it could be filled up by the sea. He fixed a huge iron grille over the top, which was locked when the boys of the school were not actually using the bath; but the first storm took it away, and from then on it has been open to public use.
The boys (who included Ian Fleming, author of the James Bond books, and his brother) had to bathe in the nude. The Pellatts practised nudity in their garden, much to the amusement of the villagers.
So the grounds of Spyway were in the Durnford Estate and rented out to the farmer at Spyway Barn. Of the Pellatts’ two daughters one was beautiful, like Ellinor , and the other was not. The latter adored her father and wanted to run a school herself, but this was forbidden in those days by unwritten laws of what daughters of the upper class might do.
But when she married one of her father’s ex-pupils - one of whom Pellatt had been especially fond - she asked her father to build her a boys boarding school. Her husband, Nigel Chapman, would be the titular head, but she would actually run it.
TP built her Spyway house, putting in the diagonal glazing bars for which Durnford House and school were well known. The building was according to Mrs Hester Chapman’s specification: the school was to be small and intimate and totally dependent upon her. Hence its rather strange lay-out.
The marriage was more or less doomed to failure from the start, and Nigel began to look elsewhere for affection, and scandal and divorce followed at a time when divorce was something quite extraordinary.
Mrs Chapman left to live in London, becoming the world famous author of historical fiction under her own name Hester Chapman. All members of this remarkable family are now dead except for John Durnford Clayton, the son of the younger (beautiful) daughter of T.P, who died of an overdose of barbiturates. He sometimes visits the village.
Spyway School also used the Dancing Ledge swimming pool. Its uniform was grey flannel shorts, navy blue blazers and jersey and pale blue ties and caps. Durnford School wore grey with scarlet caps, ties and garters (as worn by Cub Scouts). Durnford School was founded in 1893, Spyway School in 1927.
When the Chapmans left in 1935, their school was sold to two brothers named Warner (Eric and Geoffrey), both of whom had been up to that time assistant masters at Durnford School. Under the Warners, the school took on a very Spartan regime: cold water, no soap, one blanket, no curtains.
In 1975, Eric died after becoming over excited on the touch line at a rugby match against another school and the death duties were so enormous that Geoffrey was forced to sell up in 1976 and retire to France.
The school premises were then sold to International House, and an international school was run there for some time in the late 1970s with boys from Thailand, Saudi Arabia, Lebanon, Syria and Egypt.
The worsening political situation in the Middle East left the international school high and dry, so it was sold to AMI as a psychiatric unit for young people. The psychiatric unit changed the name to Langton House, dropping the old name of Spyway, which people in the village tend to prefer and use without thinking.
The name Spyway is derived from Spy Hill to the south. Durnford Drove, which is of course the ancient track way from the Cowleaze to the farm of Durnford which used to be in the centre of the village, leads to Spy Hill, and was therefore known in its southerly reaches as Spy Way.
Spy Hill gets its name from the smuggling activities in the little manor of Durnford during the period 1780-1870. The smugglers’ look-out was posted on this hill, which commands a good view of the surrounding countryside, and especially the cliff path from St Aldhelm’s Head to the lighthouse near Swanage.

This is the 'history' of Spyway, as available in the reception area at what is now known as Langton House.

Lest We Forget


Who remembers PLA labels? Imagine trying to get Virgin trains to do that.

The pile of rotting half orange skins from breaks - it put me off oranges and I still cannot face one today.

Trying, and eventually succeeding, to become scorer for the cricket team - for "away" teas and a trip in the Lagonda. Lack of skill and sheer cowardice meant no prospect of getting into the team itself.

60 mph in the Lagonda - a mile a minute as Geoffrey kept telling you - it seemed so fast then.

TV may have been banned but I do remember the whole school watching Sir Winston Churchill's funeral - or were we listening?

Was Spyway the first to think of competitive gardening?

How about forced letter writing: “Dear Mummy and Daddy, I hope you are well, I am. We played Old Malthouse on Wednesday. We lost.”

Organised primrose picking at Easter - not quite sure what that was about.

The desire to have a really battered and taped cricket bat - or was I alone? It certainly made me think my batting was better than it was.

Throwing cricket balls from the top pitch to the bottom pitch - mine barely reached the lower level - total humiliation.

Golden Squares- the only edible food, golden syrup on fried bread I think.
Spoonfuls of molasses- Uggh!

Gentian Violet - Aaaagah!

Using the Wisden annuals as forts for Airfix soldiers etc. 
Airfix probably went out of business because the dodge in our day was to write to Airfix saying there was a piece missing and receiving a free model in return. They were too good to us.

Tackling practice on a sack suspended from a tree, the ground usually frozen solid.

Who did NOT make a pair of book-ends in carpentry?