I was very happy from the start. I had lots of friends – boy and girls – and got involved with everything. Like almost everyone at the time, my parents lived abroad with the RAF (they moved in my first term and back in my last!). They lived in Germany, which was nothing really, as most people lived much farther afield. In the first two years, most of my memories are almost Mallory Tower-esque boarding school style: tuck, pranks, volleyball/badminton in the hall, letter writing on Sundays, cocoa at night (hit or miss), dreading cross country, movies in the Lecture Theatre with QMH, and walks to the San after High tea via Piccadilly, usually to meet the boys.
Elizabeth/Wakefield was fun – we were definitely the goody-two-shoes crowd in our year and our House – five of the seven of us became school prefects, I think! We had fun and obviously had House dances and town leaves which were a highlight.
I was definitely a bit of a swot (but hopefully a fun one) so I liked all subjects except physics (which we all had to do) and history (sadly, not sure it was KESW’s forte then!). Home economics I hated though (odd, as we were the year that got the, then fancy, new building). I loved languages, the other sciences and humanities – but for A level I did English, French and German (and General Studies, which we all did). I also loved art and did GCSE art ‘out of box’ and also all sports (despite having a niggling hip problem my whole time there) so I was in the A teams (as I think we called them) for netball, hockey, rounders and loved them all (not sure the bar was that high, though!).
I was Head Girl alongside Paul Williams (Dopper) – who happened to be my best friend and is Godfather to my eldest daughter, as I am to his son. We are still very much in touch, even though he lives in Australia.
I loved being Head Girl. I think I naturally liked leadership roles (still do) and I enjoyed the responsibility, but also trying to change a few things (sounds ridiculous now, but we were the 1st or 2nd set of prefects to wear suits and we wanted the school to fund our nylon tights as we had to wear them with the suits – and also getting the Head Girl to wear a gong as the Head Boy had one – they knocked it up in the metalwork department!!). We had a great group of prefects, lots of us are still friends and the tiny PCR was a high point of Upper 6th. For Dopper and me, we went to the Lord Mayor’s Banquet (as I think now always happens, but we might have been the first or second year?) and it ended up being the one where Margaret Thatcher gave what ended up being her last ever public speech (dressed in the infamous Dracula outfit). So that was definitely memorable. I also remember Speech Day and doing the poem by heart – with lots of German in it as the German exchange group were all visiting…