My First And Lasting Impression of Stirling University

It was in the summer of 1975 when I first travelled up to Stirling from Oxford, to spend a gloriously happy and memorable Open University summer school week at Stirling University - studying mathematics. I was expecting a series of colleges, like Oxford and Cambridge, but was thrilled to see that the beautiful, albeit modern, campus was on one site, superbly landscaped, and overlooked by the Wallace Monument. Once off the road, one never had to leave this peaceful site for entertainment, food, drink or accomodation, and although the University had its full complement of 'summer-school' students, it was never difficult to find a quiet spot to sit and reflect if one so wanted. The accomodation was wonderful, each room was light and airy and had it's own bed, desk, and furniture. The refrectory was enormous and efficiently run, the food, freshly cooked and as good as any home cooking. Of course there were several snack bars and areas inside where people could sit in comfort with their fellow students. All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed my stay there and made sure that I was able to return the following year on my next summer school.