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By Peter Gregory (Scarisbrick Hall 1964–1970)    An Evening Mystery Tour That Changed Everything  The summer of 1964 was a warm, carefree season. My family was on leave in the UK from Libya, where my father was working, and we were soaking up every moment. Many of my friends in Libya had older siblings attending boarding school in the UK, so the idea that I might one day follow in their footsteps had already been planted. But I thought I had plenty of time before that day came—didn’t I?  Part of our leave was spent in Blackpool, where the promenade...

A recollection of memories by Andrew C. Bunce (Scarisbrick Hall School, 1969–1978)  Some friendships begin by accident. Others, it seems, are arranged by providence long before we understand their purpose. In September 1969, at the age of eight, I left behind a small village near Swindon—quiet, familiar, and populated by more sheep than schoolboys—and stepped into the vast, echoing world of Scarisbrick Hall. In a place where only a handful of children were my age, I had longed for a proper football match, for enough boys to field two full cricket teams. Boarding school felt less like exile and more...