The prefect/head girl thread got me thinking about my very varied school days and how we got to school. I don't think our travel arrangements wouid be approved of nowadays!
We were stationed on the south coast when I was in 2nd year, and I left home at some ungodly hour to catch a bus across at least two runways and a perimeter track to get to the nearest village. I then had to walk to the station and travel 20 minutes in a non-corridor train and finally walk a further ten minutes to school. Goodness knows what could have happened to me on that train!
For those that know Edinburgh, my brothers aged 6 and 11 had to travel by bus from Corstorphine right into the city centre and got off at the end of the Grassmarket to walk up the Vennel to school. The Grassmarket in the 1960's was not the trendy eateries/wine bar/art space area it is today, but was full of down and outs, drunks and drug addicts from the hostel. Not a good place for small boys but children did travel and cope with situations then.
How do you acknowledge Easter.