Village school

I was fortunate to grow up in a beautiful part of the Chiltern Hills in Buckinghamshire, but what I didn't know then is that life had singled me out for one of its most fortunate experiences which was to have attended the primary school at West Wycombe at the bottom of West Wycombe hill.

West Wycombe school and the hill on Easter Monday, 1929

But never mind the school - it was the hill that mattered. It was great for grass-sledging. And snowball fights. Gaffer took us out there one snowy December.  We split into two groups and spent half an hour building barricades.  Then the snowball war started.  Afterwards we hung our gloves on the fireguards in pairs to dry out until it was time to go home.

Below are the teachers who saw my class through their primary schooling.  As it happens I was the naughtiest boy in the school which, in fact, was pointed out to me from Day 1.

West Wycombe Primary School staff, early 1950s

Centre, Mr Belsham - "Gaffer"
Far left - Mr Abbot
Second left - Mrs Robertson
Second right - Mrs Sheedy (?)
Far right - unknown (?)

And the good thing is - the school is still there, more than half a century later.

West Wycombe school today

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