C. J. Lord (G 53-57) writes:
          
  “Reading Alec  Bingham’s reminiscences about discipline on Grindal 1949-51 refreshed some of  my own memories of St Bees in the 1950s.
  
          Although “on”  Foundation, Grindal or School House, most of us started boarding at Eaglesfield  or Meadow House. In my case it was Meadow House. This was about a mile up the  south side of the valley. We had plenty of exercise built into the daily  routine, even before the compulsory games or runs: there was a short morning  run before breakfast; we cycled down for morning lessons, followed by lunch at  whichever was our main house; up to Meadow House to change into games’ kit or  CCF uniform; down for games or the weekly square bashing and up again  afterwards; back down again for afternoon lessons three days per week; and back  up for supper, prep and bed.
          
          My first term at  Grindal I was the bell fag. My duties included being up before anyone else in  order to stand at the bottom of the main stairs and vigorously ring first bell  at 7:15 am. This was followed at 7:25 with second bell, at which all members of  the lower orders had to leave their beds. At 7:35 I had to run round the  dormitories shouting “Ten minutes to go”. This was the signal for the senior  boys to get up so that everyone would be in time for the morning run at 7:45.
          Woebetide me if I  failed to observe absolutely precise times for this daily ritual!
          
          Mr Lever was the  housemaster at Meadow; Mr Parkinson was at Grindal. Both taught French and  German. Other teachers I remember were Nick Carter, Physics; Mr Wood,  Chemistry; Major Crowther, Latin; Mr Aston, Maths; Mr Cawthorne, Geography;  Bill Henderson, History. The Headmaster was J C Wykes. I can echo John West’s  comments: my French lay dormant from passing ‘O’ level in 1957 until my work  took me to France in 1976, when much of it came back, prompted surprisingly by  a good sample of the local wine. Apart from Mr Dearle’s motorbike - a BSA 500cc  Shooting Star, I think - Canon Last had a TR2 and Mr Lever a Jaguar Mk VII  saloon, both quite exotic for the 1950s.
          
          During the summer  term we were allowed to roam the countryside on our bicycles. There were two  “threequarter days” which were weekdays when normal activities were suspended  from after breakfast until supper.
          
          Sundays were also  free but not until the end of morning chapel. I think the only rules were that  we had to go in pairs and register with whom we were paired. Cycling to Keswick  via Buttermere, Crummock and the Honister Pass was nothing extraordinary;  returning via Cockermouth required stamina as tiredness was often aggravated by  a strong headwind on the exposed stretch of road between Cockermouth and Whitehaven.
          
          There were about  250 boys at the school. Scholars started in form IVa, the rest of us in IIIa or  IIIb. The IVth and Vth had a, b and c streams. Remove existed only in the  Christmas term for those who had failed to achieve the requisite ‘O’ levels in  the summer. This was helpful to me as I had failed Maths in the summer. Five  ‘O’ levels including Maths and English then opened doors to many careers which  these days demand degrees. Thanks to Mr Lyle’s excellent tuition I passed in  December and was able to leave school with six including the vital two.
          
          In October 1956 the  whole school went to the new nuclear power station at Calder Hall to see it  officially opened by HM The Queen. One year later there was the fire, which  caused much consternation. Milk from local cows was banned for human  consumption owing to fears that the grass which the cows ate had been  contaminated with radioactive particles. The abundant low cost electricity  which had been promised never materialised!
          
          After a few years  working for a bank, I served articles and qualified as a chartered accountant.  Moving into general management in my early thirties, over the next 24 years I  managed four different manufacturing enterprises, with responsibility for up to  500 people. I was lucky to have worked with many good people from whom I  learned much, but there was never any doubt that St Bees provided an enviable  foundation for a career in industry.   There is much that is great about St Bees; not least the nostalgia which  it evokes amongst its former pupils. It is always interesting to read about  one's contemporaries and always pleasing to see that the school is continuing  to thrive.
          
        By the way, Bombardier Billy Morse must have been promoted since Alec  Bingham left; he was a sergeant major when I was there!”