Marton Boarding School

A Memory of Whitegate.

I attended the boarding school near Whitegate between 1965 and 1970. Each Sunday we walked the 3 miles or so to the church and back. I remember the dancing on the lawn in front of the church in May. I remember Whitegate as a smashing village and some 44 years later it still sometimes comes into my mind. As a young lad from Northumberland at the age of 11 I was frightened and homesick, played a lot of cricket and football and got into trouble from time to time. Thanks Whitegate, you are a good memory

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