Crofton Hall

Crofton Hall has wonderful memories for me, because that is where I started school.
The school was heated by a fire in the winter. We were allowed to play in the open spaces of the grounds, amongst the trees, and wild flowers. In the spring, I remember the ground at the front of the Hall covered by snowdrops and hyacinths.
Miss Banks was our infant and junior teacher (enough said) but she did teach the children to read write and spell. Mr. Fawcett taught the older children. The Hall was an imposing building, and we children were convinced it was haunted. I do remember climbing to the top of the roof - but don't think the grown ups ever found out!! It was also where I went to Sunday School, where Mr. Snowball taught the children. I have been been back to Crofton several times; but it is not the same without the Hall (I now live in Norfolk). They were happy days, skating on the lake, roaming in the woods, and climbing the beech trees.