It's so sad to see the recent piture of the swimming pool. I remember doing some great bombs off the high diving point, much to the discussed of the teacher in charge. Does any one remember sport days, when you you had to pick up as many plates from the bottom of the pool, who ever got the most won.
Mum and I looked in horror at the state of it, very sad.
Oh dear! I remember the annual galas, usually won by Mike Rothbletz and Mr Corbett nearly breaking the springboard in the school vs parents + teachers event. Also, the stark warning from Mr Wigmore that someone had killed themselves slipping off it when larking about. Nor would the concrete high-dive pass health + safety now. I'm afraid we used to spy through holes in the wood of the girls' changing room!