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No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy. I have good memories of Oak Grove's, among a horde of bad ones, Sometimes on summer afternoons there were wonderful expeditions across the Duns to a village called Tsango Gap, or to Birchha lake, where one bathed dangerously among the boulders and came home covered with cuts. And there were still more wonderful mid summer evenings, when as a special treat, we were not driven off to bed as usual but allowed to wander about the grounds in the long twilight, ending up with a plunge into a swimming bathe at about nine o' clock. There was a joy of waking early on summer mornings and getting in an hour's undisturbed reading (Premchand, Ruskin Bond, HG Wells, Anton Chekhov were the favourite authors of my childhood) in the sunlit sleeping dormitory. There was also cricket, which I was no good at but with which I conducted a sort of hopeless love affair upto the age of about eighteen. And there was the pleasure of keeping caterpillars- the silky green and purple puss-moth specimen of which could be illicitly purchased for six paise at a shop in the town- and, when one could escape long enough from the master who was talking the walk' there was the excitement of dredging the dew ponds on the Duns for the enormous newts with orange coloured bellies. The business of being out for a walk, coming across something of fascinating interest and then being dragged away from it by a yell from the master, like a dog jerked onwards by the leash, is an important feature of school life and helps to build up the conviction, so strong in many children, that the things you most want to do are always unattainable.

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No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy. I have good memories of Oak Grove's, among a horde of bad ones, Sometimes on summer afternoons there were wonderful expeditions across the Duns to a village called Tsango Gap, or to Birchha lake, where one bathed dangerously among the boulders and came home covered with cuts. And there were still more wonderful mid summer evenings, when as a special treat, we were not driven off to bed as usual but allowed to wander about the grounds in the long twilight, ending up with a plunge into a swimming bathe at about nine o' clock. There was a joy of waking early on summer mornings and getting in an hour's undisturbed reading (Premchand, Ruskin Bond, HG Wells, Anton Chekhov were the favourite authors of my childhood) in the sunlit sleeping dormitory. There was also cricket, which I was no good at but with which I conducted a sort of hopeless love affair upto the age of about eighteen. And there was the pleasure of keeping caterpillars- the silky green and purple puss-moth specimen of which could be illicitly purchased for six paise at a shop in the town- and, when one could escape long enough from the master who was talking the walk' there was the excitement of dredging the dew ponds on the Duns for the enormous newts with orange coloured bellies. The business of being out for a walk, coming across something of fascinating interest and then being dragged away from it by a yell from the master, like a dog jerked onwards by the leash, is an important feature of school life and helps to build up the conviction, so strong in many children, that the things you most want to do are always unattainable.

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No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy. I have good memories of Oak Grove's, among a horde of bad ones, Sometimes on summer afternoons there were wonderful expeditions across the Duns to a village called Tsango Gap, or to Birchha lake, where one bathed dangerously among the boulders and came home covered with cuts. And there were still more wonderful mid summer evenings, when as a special treat, we were not driven off to bed as usual but allowed to wander about the grounds in the long twilight, ending up with a plunge into a swimming bathe at about nine o' clock. There was a joy of waking early on summer mornings and getting in an hour's undisturbed reading (Premchand, Ruskin Bond, HG Wells, Anton Chekhov were the favourite authors of my childhood) in the sunlit sleeping dormitory. There was also cricket, which I was no good at but with which I conducted a sort of hopeless love affair upto the age of about eighteen. And there was the pleasure of keeping caterpillars- the silky green and purple puss-moth specimen of which could be illicitly purchased for six paise at a shop in the town- and, when one could escape long enough from the master who was talking the walk' there was the excitement of dredging the dew ponds on the Duns for the enormous newts with orange coloured bellies. The business of being out for a walk, coming across something of fascinating interest and then being dragged away from it by a yell from the master, like a dog jerked onwards by the leash, is an important feature of school life and helps to build up the conviction, so strong in many children, that the things you most want to do are always unattainable.

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No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy. I have good memories of Oak Grove's, among a horde of bad ones, Sometimes on summer afternoons there were wonderful expeditions across the Duns to a village called Tsango Gap, or to Birchha lake, where one bathed dangerously among the boulders and came home covered with cuts. And there were still more wonderful mid summer evenings, when as a special treat, we were not driven off to bed as usual but allowed to wander about the grounds in the long twilight, ending up with a plunge into a swimming bathe at about nine o' clock. There was a joy of waking early on summer mornings and getting in an hour's undisturbed reading (Premchand, Ruskin Bond, HG Wells, Anton Chekhov were the favourite authors of my childhood) in the sunlit sleeping dormitory. There was also cricket, which I was no good at but with which I conducted a sort of hopeless love affair upto the age of about eighteen. And there was the pleasure of keeping caterpillars- the silky green and purple puss-moth specimen of which could be illicitly purchased for six paise at a shop in the town- and, when one could escape long enough from the master who was talking the walk' there was the excitement of dredging the dew ponds on the Duns for the enormous newts with orange coloured bellies. The business of being out for a walk, coming across something of fascinating interest and then being dragged away from it by a yell from the master, like a dog jerked onwards by the leash, is an important feature of school life and helps to build up the conviction, so strong in many children, that the things you most want to do are always unattainable.

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No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy. I have good memories of Oak Grove's, among a horde of bad ones, Sometimes on summer afternoons there were wonderful expeditions across the Duns to a village called Tsango Gap, or to Birchha lake, where one bathed dangerously among the boulders and came home covered with cuts. And there were still more wonderful mid summer evenings, when as a special treat, we were not driven off to bed as usual but allowed to wander about the grounds in the long twilight, ending up with a plunge into a swimming bathe at about nine o' clock. There was a joy of waking early on summer mornings and getting in an hour's undisturbed reading (Premchand, Ruskin Bond, HG Wells, Anton Chekhov were the favourite authors of my childhood) in the sunlit sleeping dormitory. There was also cricket, which I was no good at but with which I conducted a sort of hopeless love affair upto the age of about eighteen. And there was the pleasure of keeping caterpillars- the silky green and purple puss-moth specimen of which could be illicitly purchased for six paise at a shop in the town- and, when one could escape long enough from the master who was talking the walk' there was the excitement of dredging the dew ponds on the Duns for the enormous newts with orange coloured bellies. The business of being out for a walk, coming across something of fascinating interest and then being dragged away from it by a yell from the master, like a dog jerked onwards by the leash, is an important feature of school life and helps to build up the conviction, so strong in many children, that the things you most want to do are always unattainable.