Fosterian Magazine 1979 - Old Fosterians and Lord Digby's Old Girls
Fosterian Magazine 1979 - Old Fosterians and Lord Digby's Old Girls Fosterian Magazine 1979 - Old Fosterians and Lord Digby's Old Girls
unforgettable, bUl 011": cannot help noticing that the ironwork is painted a ratherdistasteful shade of brown. The interior of the Palais de Versailles isbreathtaking, but one's enjoyment palls slightly on seeing that much of thatexquisite marble is merely wood skilfully painted to look like marble, and onlearning that, back in the seventeenth century, sanitary provisions were nonexistentA visiting marquis would either keep a chamber-pot handy or, which ismore likely, simply find a convenient corner. The joys of tourism are dubiousones!In conclusion I must extend my warmest thanks to Madame Lerouxel andfamily, whose unfailing patience, kindness and understanding contributedgreatly to my being able to gain the maximum pleasure and fulfilment from mystay. My thanks must extend further to all the other French people I had the goodfortune to meet. Their exuberance and vitality have often been praised, as hastheir warmth. In cinema queues and the like they will often exchange a friendlygreeting, or strike up a conversation with a tQtal stranger, where the Englishman_w_ould prefer an aloof silence. On many of our frequent road-side picnics passingdrivers would sniile and wave cheerfully on seeing us. This friendliness is evidentnot only in rural areas, but in towns and cities, which often have a reputation forhostility and impersonality. However full the shop may be with customers, theshop assistant is never in any hurry to get rid of you, asking, as he supplies eachpart of your order in turn "et avec ca monsieur?"1 must, in particular, praise onebarman, who pursued his duty with an assiduousness which should be anexample to all his fellows. I had ordered a beer. He asked me whether I would likedraught beer, or a bottle. I replied" a bottle". He then asked me whether I wouldprefer French, German, or Belgian beer. I replied" Belgian". He then proceededto ask me whether I would prefer" Stella Artois" or "Mort Subite" . At the end ofthis exhaustive elimination process, and against my better judgement I chose thelatter, largely because its name, ("sudden death") aroused my curiosity, not tosay my apprehension. The beer was excellent, and so was the country.FIFTH FORM EXPEDITIONlONATHAN FIELDIt was on the morning ofMonday, luly 2nd. that a party ofabout twenty fifthformers set off for a five day expedition to that semi-deserted expanse of landseveral miles west of Birmingham known as mid-Wales, along with Dr. Burfordand Mr. Bardsley.The journey from Sherborne was fairly uneventful except for an incident inAbergavenny, where Mike Hancock found great amusement in the topic ofconversation between two Welshmen, which we could not help hearing. We soonarrived, and after setting up some sort oforder in the cottage we spent the eveningplaying darts.The following morning all of us set out on a walk, and soon a group ofeight ofussplit offtocover a thirty mile walk for a Duke ofEdinburgh practice expedition.Two days, several amusing incidents in various locations and many aptlydescribed hills later we met the rest of the party and walked back to the cottage.In the evening we gave Tim Hall a cold bath in .all his clothes as a prize forfalling over the most times on the hike, and then relaxed, ready for the returnjourney.On the journey: the following day, we refused Mr. Bardsley's offer of apilgrimage to Welsh rugby grounds, and were soon safely back in Sherborne. I amsure all those Who went appreciated the work put in by Dr. Burford and Mr.Bardsley to give us a very enjoyable week in Wales.KEVIN HUNTTHE SCHOOL TRIP TO PARIS, JULY 1979Bleary-eyed, a group of boys from the school set off in a coach for Paris (viaWeymouth and Cherbourg), under the capable supervision ofMessrs. Maun andShapland The coach was ably driven by the very tolerant Martin.We were due to stay at the B. V.l., a Paris youth hostel. At the time we hadno idea how much we would cram into the week. After a long and eventful journeywe arrived, late in the evening, and went for a walk, Mr. Maun and Mr. Shaplandbuying us all some drinks before returning to the B. V.l.Having been awakened each day in the early hours of the morning by Mr.Shapland we visited the many sight of France' s beautiful capital. We enjoyedthree special trips to Versailles, St. Germain and a trip down the River Seine.Several intrepid members of the party (not Mr. Shapland!) gained a head forheights, climbing the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe. Other outings wereto Notre Dame, Sacre Coeur and the fantastically modern Georges PompidouCentre.The highlights ofthe week came on Bastille Day. We got up even earlier thanusual(!) to see the amazing parade of France's military services. On the way wewitnessed a typical French traffic jam, the like of which can only be rivalled inItaly. After having pushed our way through the crowds we found a good vantagepoint to watch the parade, and we were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of thePresidentMr. Maun and Mr. Shapland who had obtained wonderful food for us fromthe markets (partly paid for by one Franc fines for misbehaviour on the coach)were nearly arrested by a group of" agents de police" who thOUght that they weregoing to sell the food to the Bastille Day crowds.In the evening we watched a wonderful firework display, despite nearlybeing blown up by French 'bangers' thrown by high-spirited youths.After having had an exhausting, but enjoyable, week which seemed to flypast, we made our way home, happy but with the prospect of having to return toschool the next day.ALAN l . HAYES and ROBIN A. lACKSONGERMANEXHANGETOOSNABRUCK1~9The trip involved a two-week stay in and around Osnabruck for four boysfrom Foster's,c. Buckland, l . ClifTord, R Dolbear and myself, and several otherboys and girls from other schools, in Dorset. The trip took place between the 17thApril and I st May.Thejourney there took, in terms of travelling time, 24 hours which includeda night at Bournemouth YM.C.A. and a very rough sea crossing. We met ourexchange partners at Osnabruck main station and were driven home to bed, for itwas past 12 0' clock.The stay was extremely interesting, and we made many visits to Germantowns and once to a Coca Cola Factory, in Osnabruck. We also visited manycastles, a rural life museum, and Munster Zoo which is the most modem inEurope and has a Dolphinarium.4140
These trips were made by everybody, but I was also taken to the cities ofBremen and Hanover by my exchange family. These are two very importantcities which are at least as big as Bristol. Bremen forms an inland port on the riverWeser, on which we made a boat trip. Hanover is further inland, but has growninto a huge industrial area, which is situated apart from the city. There are hugefields set apart for parking. For thiee quarters of the year about half thepopulation of Hanover works there. Another visit I made was to the border withEast Germany, which is marked by two fences about 10 metres apart betweenwhich there is a minefield. If anyone approaches the fence they are likely to beshot by East German soldiers.On the final day we met on the station to say goodbye and set off on our longjourney to England. The trip was quite uneventful and the seas were very calm forus although it was raining quite hard.The Germans' visit to England was equally successful and a trip to WookeyHole was organised by Mrs. Judge as well as many other trips laid on by theEnglish families.FORM III A CAMPNEIL WARRENDEROn the hot morning of Friday 6th July we set off with Mr. Blowers and Mr.Lynch in the "Foster's Flyer", our destination being a farm near Lynton inDevon.We anived at the farm, and found a suitable spot to pitch tent. We weredivided into groups, and a competition was arranged for out stay, which involvedcamp hygiene and walks etc.Each morning either Mr. Blowers, Mr. Lynch, Kevin Harvey, or ClivePodger came round to test our breakfast. Kevin Harvey ate almost anything, butin Mr. Blowers' case he was rather choosy, and rather stingy with his marking ofthe "meal".Our first short walk was to the tiny village ofParr acorn be where all we foundwas two post offices, and a few, obviously Devon born, old men.The following day we filled our rucksacks with sandwiches and drinks, andset off on a hike to Lynton, via Woody Bay and Castle Rock. On arrival at CastleRock, we were supposed to meet the other groups. One arrived, but Mr. Blowers'party obviously had lost themselves en route. We went to buy Mr. Lynch somechocolate at a 'near by' shop as he had a lie down. We then walked onto Lynton,and found Mr. Blowers' group already there, who had cheekily bypassed CastleRock.The following morning was very misty, and we decided to take a walk up onExmoor. It was very wet and boggy and we got soaked up to our knees.An 'It's a Knockout' competition was arranged for one evening, and someingenious games were devised. One of the games was "Find Mr. Lynch". Wewere given a certain area to keep to. Kevin Hudson found him under a bridge aftera great deal of searching.Another competition arranged by Mr. Lynch, was for the best rock or fossilfound. Guy House won easily after finding a number of good specimens.On the final day before we left, we walked to C'Jombe Martin on the coast.We all had a great time either on the rocks or in the shops. Some of us were verysurprised at the rate the tide came in and were almost stranded on the rocks.Feeling too tired to walk we all took the bus back to camp.On the morning of the 9th July Mr. Lea anived with the bus. We took theroute along the motorway via Tiverton back to school, and on anival we weregreeted by the rest of the form firing our exam results at us.On behalf of form III I would like to thank Mr. Blowers, Mr. Lynch, KevinHarvey and Clive Podger for providing us with a thoroughly enjoyable longweekend.FORM III Z CAMPT. HAlLLAYOn Saturday 14th July 1979, the second third form group set off by coachfor Parracombe on Exmoor.The journey took us some hours so it was not until mid-afternoon that weanived at Highly Farm where we were to camp over the next four days. Wecarried our tents and equipment down to the camp site from the main road andpitched our tents in groups of thiee, each tent housing two boys. Each group wasdetailed a duty for each day such as fetching the camp's water from the farm a fewhundred metres away, and other more unpleasant chores of camp life.After the initial setting up of the camp, supper time came. Each day, eachgroup had the pleasure of either Mr. Blowers, Mr. Lynch or our two sixthformers, Jason Brack or Tim Davis eating our superb meals with us. We wereawarded points for our efforts, which leads me to believe that they thoughtotherwise. By the time hopeless attempts to clean greasy frying pans etc. in coldriver water with no detergent had been abandoned, the camp settled down for thenight after talking and consuming midnight feasts, well into the small hours.On Sunday we went to Lynton and Lynmouth and Woody Bay. Each groupwent separately, but all eventually reached Woody Bay, having overcomenavigational problems. Here we had our dinner ofspam sandwiches and a few ofthe more brave among us took a swim. We left Woody Bay group by group andwalked by road up the coast to Lynton. In Lynton we bought our tea and some ofus spent small fortunes in the amusement arcade. We were able, ifwehad4p.leftto go effortlessly down to Lynmouth via the cliff railway.The next day we walked on the moors. We were able to leave the camp andwalk onto open country, and once a ridge of high ground had been reached, walkto Pinkworthy Pond This was a hollow approximately one hundred metresacross, artificially banked at one end. Again the water was freezing, but the samemad few took a dip. From here we walked to Challacombe where we halted forrefreshments. Thus refreshed we walked back to Highly Farm.On Tuesday we went on an orienteering exercise to Coombe Martin aboutten miles away. To obtain full marks on this, each group had to walk to two checkpoints about four miles apart and arrive within ftfteen minutes of Mr. Lynch andJason Brack who left before us. It was a tough walk to navigate across countryand only one group managed to anive within the ftfteen minutes. One groupfinished off the walk by getting a lift and still only just managed to scrape into the4243
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unforgettable, bUl 011": cannot help noticing that the ironwork is painted a ratherdistasteful shade of brown. The interior of the Palais de Versailles isbreathtaking, but one's enjoyment palls slightly on seeing that much of thatexquisite marble is merely wood skilfully painted to look like marble, <strong>and</strong> onlearning that, back in the seventeenth century, sanitary provisions were nonexistentA visiting marquis would either keep a chamber-pot h<strong>and</strong>y or, which ismore likely, simply find a convenient corner. The joys of tourism are dubiousones!In conclusion I must extend my warmest thanks to Madame Lerouxel <strong>and</strong>family, whose unfailing patience, kindness <strong>and</strong> underst<strong>and</strong>ing contributedgreatly to my being able to gain the maximum pleasure <strong>and</strong> fulfilment from mystay. My thanks must extend further to all the other French people I had the goodfortune to meet. Their exuberance <strong>and</strong> vitality have often been praised, as hastheir warmth. In cinema queues <strong>and</strong> the like they will often exchange a friendlygreeting, or strike up a conversation with a tQtal stranger, where the Englishman_w_ould prefer an aloof silence. On many of our frequent road-side picnics passingdrivers would sniile <strong>and</strong> wave cheerfully on seeing us. This friendliness is evidentnot only in rural areas, but in towns <strong>and</strong> cities, which often have a reputation forhostility <strong>and</strong> impersonality. However full the shop may be with customers, theshop assistant is never in any hurry to get rid of you, asking, as he supplies eachpart of your order in turn "et avec ca monsieur?"1 must, in particular, praise onebarman, who pursued his duty with an assiduousness which should be anexample to all his fellows. I had ordered a beer. He asked me whether I would likedraught beer, or a bottle. I replied" a bottle". He then asked me whether I wouldprefer French, German, or Belgian beer. I replied" Belgian". He then proceededto ask me whether I would prefer" Stella Artois" or "Mort Subite" . At the end ofthis exhaustive elimination process, <strong>and</strong> against my better judgement I chose thelatter, largely because its name, ("sudden death") aroused my curiosity, not tosay my apprehension. The beer was excellent, <strong>and</strong> so was the country.FIFTH FORM EXPEDITIONlONATHAN FIELDIt was on the morning ofMonday, luly 2nd. that a party ofabout twenty fifthformers set off for a five day expedition to that semi-deserted expanse of l<strong>and</strong>several miles west of Birmingham known as mid-Wales, along with Dr. Burford<strong>and</strong> Mr. Bardsley.The journey from Sherborne was fairly uneventful except for an incident inAbergavenny, where Mike Hancock found great amusement in the topic ofconversation between two Welshmen, which we could not help hearing. We soonarrived, <strong>and</strong> after setting up some sort oforder in the cottage we spent the eveningplaying darts.The following morning all of us set out on a walk, <strong>and</strong> soon a group ofeight ofussplit offtocover a thirty mile walk for a Duke ofEdinburgh practice expedition.Two days, several amusing incidents in various locations <strong>and</strong> many aptlydescribed hills later we met the rest of the party <strong>and</strong> walked back to the cottage.In the evening we gave Tim Hall a cold bath in .all his clothes as a prize forfalling over the most times on the hike, <strong>and</strong> then relaxed, ready for the returnjourney.On the journey: the following day, we refused Mr. Bardsley's offer of apilgrimage to Welsh rugby grounds, <strong>and</strong> were soon safely back in Sherborne. I amsure all those Who went appreciated the work put in by Dr. Burford <strong>and</strong> Mr.Bardsley to give us a very enjoyable week in Wales.KEVIN HUNTTHE SCHOOL TRIP TO PARIS, JULY <strong>1979</strong>Bleary-eyed, a group of boys from the school set off in a coach for Paris (viaWeymouth <strong>and</strong> Cherbourg), under the capable supervision ofMessrs. Maun <strong>and</strong>Shapl<strong>and</strong> The coach was ably driven by the very tolerant Martin.We were due to stay at the B. V.l., a Paris youth hostel. At the time we hadno idea how much we would cram into the week. After a long <strong>and</strong> eventful journeywe arrived, late in the evening, <strong>and</strong> went for a walk, Mr. Maun <strong>and</strong> Mr. Shapl<strong>and</strong>buying us all some drinks before returning to the B. V.l.Having been awakened each day in the early hours of the morning by Mr.Shapl<strong>and</strong> we visited the many sight of France' s beautiful capital. We enjoyedthree special trips to Versailles, St. Germain <strong>and</strong> a trip down the River Seine.Several intrepid members of the party (not Mr. Shapl<strong>and</strong>!) gained a head forheights, climbing the Eiffel Tower <strong>and</strong> the Arc de Triomphe. Other outings wereto Notre Dame, Sacre Coeur <strong>and</strong> the fantastically modern Georges PompidouCentre.The highlights ofthe week came on Bastille Day. We got up even earlier thanusual(!) to see the amazing parade of France's military services. On the way wewitnessed a typical French traffic jam, the like of which can only be rivalled inItaly. After having pushed our way through the crowds we found a good vantagepoint to watch the parade, <strong>and</strong> we were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of thePresidentMr. Maun <strong>and</strong> Mr. Shapl<strong>and</strong> who had obtained wonderful food for us fromthe markets (partly paid for by one Franc fines for misbehaviour on the coach)were nearly arrested by a group of" agents de police" who thOUght that they weregoing to sell the food to the Bastille Day crowds.In the evening we watched a wonderful firework display, despite nearlybeing blown up by French 'bangers' thrown by high-spirited youths.After having had an exhausting, but enjoyable, week which seemed to flypast, we made our way home, happy but with the prospect of having to return toschool the next day.ALAN l . HAYES <strong>and</strong> ROBIN A. lACKSONGERMANEXHANGETOOSNABRUCK1~9The trip involved a two-week stay in <strong>and</strong> around Osnabruck for four boysfrom Foster's,c. Buckl<strong>and</strong>, l . ClifTord, R Dolbear <strong>and</strong> myself, <strong>and</strong> several otherboys <strong>and</strong> girls from other schools, in Dorset. The trip took place between the 17thApril <strong>and</strong> I st May.Thejourney there took, in terms of travelling time, 24 hours which includeda night at Bournemouth YM.C.A. <strong>and</strong> a very rough sea crossing. We met ourexchange partners at Osnabruck main station <strong>and</strong> were driven home to bed, for itwas past 12 0' clock.The stay was extremely interesting, <strong>and</strong> we made many visits to Germantowns <strong>and</strong> once to a Coca Cola Factory, in Osnabruck. We also visited manycastles, a rural life museum, <strong>and</strong> Munster Zoo which is the most modem inEurope <strong>and</strong> has a Dolphinarium.4140
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