ABSTRACT
I have a gentle memory for this quiet tender-hearted monk who poured a healing balm into my soul when I was at the Junior House at Ampleforth. I was at St. Martin’s School for four terms from eleven to thirteen. Unlike most English Public Schools, Ampleforth had a Junior House where boys stayed for two years from twelve to fourteen before moving into the Upper School. It was while I was in the Junior House that the event happened that is recorded in this poem. I must therefore have been about thirteen at the time.
