The Old Ride, My Nightmare Ever Since

A Memory of Bradford-On-Avon.

I was at The Old Ride when I was seven and the school was in Little Horwood, Nr Bletchly Bucks. It had to be the worse time of my life. After 2 weeks, I was caught talking after lights out, and had to go to Reverend's study for a beating of six of the best with a horse whip. The school was run completely by his rules and archaic regulations. . Because I found the food unpalatable, I would have to stay on my own in the dinning room, till I finished my plate, (Until a kind cleaner would pass by and empty the contents into her rubbish bin).
I ended up in hospital through nervous reactions, and had to be taken out of school by my parents. Top=m Browns school day had nothing on The Old Ride, and I would rather m y children had no education, rather than to have sent them there. .