Sounds like my school
Jenny,

Something here rings a bell. Village primaries, double games on Wednesdays, international trips for the sporty elite, a matching junior school and your properly good English ('redemptive coda') suggest the same public school which tried to educate me for a few years.

It wasn't in an out-of-the-way, very rainy county more famous for fermented apple juice than sporting prowess, was it?

PS even if it wasn't the same school, have a click for the last laugh.
( Scrumper, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 14:14, 2 replies)

Oooh...
I went to (a very minor) public school in cider county. I remember the names of about half a dozen gurlz schools, some of which we used to invite to Sixth Form parties...
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 15:12, closed)

Oh, hang on
Not girls' school - mixed, or as our American friends would say, co-ed.

It doesn't have a name that's reminiscent of an enclosed tract of land with flour-making facilities, does it?
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 15:54, closed)

That's the one
It was the perfect place for a skinny nerd who was hopeless at sport.

Also, how did you manage to forget the fact that there were girls at your school?

Edit: D'oh, sorry, you didn't. I didn't understand your perfectly clear comment.
( Scrumper, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 16:24, closed)

Aha!
We used to play you at rugby and hockey. Many rumours abounded about the sheer opulence of your school, some (the school had its own stables) more plausible than others (the CCF had a tank).
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 17:07, closed)

"You" definitely doesn't equal "me"
Team? Me? No chance! I am going to post something up later about my sports experiences there, such as they were.

Stables, those we had. It wouldn't surprise me at all if the CCF had a tank, although I never saw it and my memory is far too hazy to recollect ever hearing about it. There were a couple of small hovercraft, though, that much I do remember.

It was another world. I got there on massively reduced fees as I lived just down the road and wasn't entirely thick, unlike some of the other kids whose parents actually FLEW IN BY HELICOPTER to sports days. I got out when I was 16 and went to the local 6th form, a much, much happier place for me. Don't get me wrong, I don't begrudge a second I spent at the school, it was a fantastic start and a great basic education, but it wasn't really me. I had a few friends there and it wasn't especially miserable, but if you were shite at games like me you were never going to be part of the establishment.

I can think of a few places you might have gone. that part of the world is quite well served by public schools.
( Scrumper, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 17:48, closed)

nope
twasn't Millfield. Though we were annually thwacked by them in the finals in Milton Keynes. Every bloody time. No way we could compete with all their international ringers (and fifty squillion quid-a-term fees: I went to a grammar, I did.)

My sympathies, sir. Possibly the one place worse than my alma mater to be a non-sportist.
(jennymnemonic, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 21:12, closed)