School

As a 13-year old lad freshly returned from the United States (to which my Dad had been posted for oil shipment duties), I found myself one September day a little teary-eyed at the doors of Edgarley Hall. I did not know then that I was about to start the most wonderful experience of all my school days. The Hall was then the junior school for Millfield in Street. It was also a mini-heaven for boys who were as ready to learn as much as they wanted to scramble up and down the Tor, fish in the Brue, go to the flicks in Glastonbury, play cricket and soccer throughout Somerset, and just generally wake up to a world of woods, wildlife, and a kind of singular wonderment.