(Winder House, Sedbergh. Age 14)
Five-Year Diary: I was woken early by people getting up to go fishing. E. B. was the noisiest. I could’ve screamed. I went back to sleep until about 8:30 and read my science fiction book for a while.
After breakfast, I went to brass band practice in Powell Hall.
Afterwards I had to collect money for the collection with D. B, then went to chapel and handed the money over to E.
Later I went swimming and we jumped off the balcony. No lifeguards. No supervision. Maximum fun!
Then I spent some time on the bars in the gym, working chest and triceps. You won’t get a girlfriend looking like a weed.
Then it was lunch.
In the afternoon I worked on projects and started an abstract painting. Just a rough scribble for now, but I’m later asked to enlarge it 100 fold as a mural for the new lecture theatre walls.
In the evening I messed about, hitting a tennis ball against the side of the house until I managed to get it stuck on the roof.
There was usually a sixth former who risked life and limb to retrieve balls from the gutter three storeys up – it usually cost you: a jar of sandwich spread or a tin of soup.
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