ABSTRACT
I went to boarding school at the age of 11. The months leading up to that moment in time had been filled with genuine excitement, but also great trepidation as to what lay ahead. Taking an entrance exam had given me a glimpse of the school, although I have no recollections of visits apart from going to buy my uniform which was only obtainable from Dickens and Jones in London, so the second-hand shop on the school site was doing a roaring trade, notably selling a navy cloak, which enabled the owner to smuggle in extra tuck and forbidden items!
