When a friend and I were reminiscing about being child devotees of books like Enid Blyton Malory Towers, Naughtiest Girl, & St. Clare’s series, and Anthony Buckeridge’s Jennings series we both admitted to thinking that life at boarding schools sounded like great fun and had wanted to go to one ourselves.
“That’s because you bloody well didn’t!” her husband commented as he passed us.
He had. And, as with another boarding school educated friend, the memories were not of classroom high-jinx, jolly half-term outings, exciting sports matches, and secret midnight feasts, but rather something just short of the experiences of the characters in Charles Dickens’s David Copperfield, Nicholas Nickleby, and Hard Times.