'Kill the pigs, burn the castle!', we chanted as we followed Les Spencer round Ford Castle on our 6th Form Geography Field Trip. They were being too strict and we were straining against the leash. The manager, Mr Lowe was a small man and we blamed him the most. 'Hi, Mr Lowe!' we sniggered maturely whenever we saw him in the corridor.
Armed with an ornamental poker, Les strode round the common room, whacking the Ercol chairs on the arms.
'We weren't designed for this!', they whimpered at the spotty bunch who were assaulting them.
Later, Les and her pals sneaked off to a pub they'd spotted during the daily hike for a Cherry B or so. Laughably young-looking for my age, I had to stay home with an only Geography exercise book.
Ho hum.
3 comments:
was the little steam train there in those days? Always a treat
I wish! No, it wasn't there unfortunately- or if it was, it was hiding!
Is that Arthur Lowe of Dads Army fame (Mr. Mainwaring)
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