Hydneye House 2006
Having a spare hour while a friend was visiting someone in the new hospital over the road, I took a quick peek at the ‘Old Place’ and by coincidence, had the trusty Boer War Amateur Foreign Journalists’ Bellows See-All Camera (with brass-bound yew tripod, magnesium flash and developing tent with accessories), with me!
Here are some of the pictures I took...
The main entrance opposite St Mary’s.
(This is the same pic as the last post, and was taken the same day. As pointed out then, the West Lodge was on this corner on the right of this picture, and I can hardly remember it - if at all...).
The next view from the West drive as you would have approached the school on your left is still recognisable. The Lebanon cedars are still as they were, without the pieces of paper in the bark, or about 200 small plastic planes perched high up in the foliage. (D’you remember those little things? We launched them with an elastic band and they swooped all over the place)! I sat on mine and broke it ...
The next view is a little to the left of the previous one. The tyre tracks follow roughly the drive in front of the main door. Caxton would be on your left, and Bob would be waiting on the steps to help you cart in your trunk at the beginning of term...
I think the tall tree in the distance was between the kitchens and Wren, behind where the footbridge used to be. The metal fence you can see is presumably to keep out the dirty mac brigade from the new school! I had the stout waxed jacket and green wellies, and actually looked a bit of a sad old nutter, so maybe the cameras were turned off for the day!
I think the tall tree in the distance was between the kitchens and Wren, behind where the footbridge used to be. The metal fence you can see is presumably to keep out the dirty mac brigade from the new school! I had the stout waxed jacket and green wellies, and actually looked a bit of a sad old nutter, so maybe the cameras were turned off for the day!
The Theatre!
This was built after GB and Gbess had been on holiday to Greece, and, with his usual bounding enthusiasm, he decided to re-create a place for us all to be Romans, Greeks, Heathens or Celts or whatever.
He told me much later, (when my wife and I visited him), whisky in hand and with a nodding wink, that the treasured millstone, which was originally set in the middle, had been safely removed to his new house in Ewhurst (a few miles from here). In the sixties, when we were all there, the stage was hardened earth. Now, it is a concrete slab and presumably, the audience in the front row have to have very short legs. The bullnose bricks are still there as you can see. These were similar to those which were used on the edges of the plunge bath, and saved the short-trousered juniors from sub-leg injury, and subsequent pleasurable visits to Matron.
When I found the theatre, it was a similar feeling to finding the latest tomb next to King Tut’s. Clearly, local kids had been there, but my instant recognition of the site, after several forays into serious undergrowth in all directions, made me whoop with joy! The site is well overgrown now, but when you compare it with the pictures taken in its heyday, then you realise that GB really meant to keep a testimony to his ideal world, and it all still stands to this day.
Having taken a few snaps, I had to seal my exuberance and recall my ordeal in front of all you lot! My act on the theatre’s opening day was to recite the story of John Gilpin. (My Dad had a book of the immortal tale of this man’s trek to The Bell at Edmonton…)! Roger Emett was the horse, and, sadly, I cannot recall who else was in the play. (R.H.J.V. Kyrke?)
Now, here, in front of you all, I have to admit that I stood on the same spot, forty-five years older and very much greyer, and only just managed the first verse…
“John Gilpin was a Citizen, of credit and renown,
The trade band captain eke was he, of famous London town”.
Lumps in throats Boys – only the magpies heard me…
The next picture has the pond on your left, and would have been taken from the path by the fives court, looking west. The picture after is all you can see of the pond now, taken from roughly the same spot.
He told me much later, (when my wife and I visited him), whisky in hand and with a nodding wink, that the treasured millstone, which was originally set in the middle, had been safely removed to his new house in Ewhurst (a few miles from here). In the sixties, when we were all there, the stage was hardened earth. Now, it is a concrete slab and presumably, the audience in the front row have to have very short legs. The bullnose bricks are still there as you can see. These were similar to those which were used on the edges of the plunge bath, and saved the short-trousered juniors from sub-leg injury, and subsequent pleasurable visits to Matron.
When I found the theatre, it was a similar feeling to finding the latest tomb next to King Tut’s. Clearly, local kids had been there, but my instant recognition of the site, after several forays into serious undergrowth in all directions, made me whoop with joy! The site is well overgrown now, but when you compare it with the pictures taken in its heyday, then you realise that GB really meant to keep a testimony to his ideal world, and it all still stands to this day.
Having taken a few snaps, I had to seal my exuberance and recall my ordeal in front of all you lot! My act on the theatre’s opening day was to recite the story of John Gilpin. (My Dad had a book of the immortal tale of this man’s trek to The Bell at Edmonton…)! Roger Emett was the horse, and, sadly, I cannot recall who else was in the play. (R.H.J.V. Kyrke?)
Now, here, in front of you all, I have to admit that I stood on the same spot, forty-five years older and very much greyer, and only just managed the first verse…
“John Gilpin was a Citizen, of credit and renown,
The trade band captain eke was he, of famous London town”.
Lumps in throats Boys – only the magpies heard me…
The next picture has the pond on your left, and would have been taken from the path by the fives court, looking west. The picture after is all you can see of the pond now, taken from roughly the same spot.
This next pic looks back along the front of the old building to the west. The yard would be on the right. The drive is in the far distance. We would have started to run Silvester from the middle of this one! Two minutes of slippery, muddy hell! (In my case more like half an hour...)!
The next view is all that is left of the area where we had the plunge bath, so is pretty innocuous. There are still a few mounds here and there, and the two Cypressus trees were at the end of a small avenue, which stretched to the west towards the theatre, to the left of this pic. I found very little to mark the spot where I was supposed to learn to swim. I was useless at diving too. Bert Boltjes could dive from one end to another without surfacing, and I expect you guys could as well!
Now, can anyone ever remember an air raid shelter in Silvester? I don’t ever recall one there but check this out! It sits nearly at the top of the drive on the left, and we would have run round it on the Speed Merchant attempts. The vent hole is still there, and presumably everything has been sealed up inside. I hope so…!
So, my friends, nostalgia still crops up from time to time. I wanted to find some of the tree labels, but they’ve gone. There are a few of the dark grey paving bricks, which could cut your knees to ribbons during yard football near the theatre.
I once went back just before the old house was demolished, and there were still recognisable things around, like the prefect’s red ink signature board, and loads of old books. The building was vandalised terribly, and was pulled down soon afterwards.
Bill Mozley, who sadly died some years ago of cancer, had an ironmonger’s shop in our village, and we often swapped stories about the old place! He said that Mrs B had told him that having to give up the place nearly killed GB, as I suppose it was an almighty shock, seeing that he only learned of the Compulsory Purchase Order from a journalist, ringing him up for a comment on a piece in the local paper published that day.
The Council were scandalous at all that - I have a cutting somewhere, and will try and scan it for all to see.
I used to be able to see my home on the far ridge seven miles away to the north, at Broad Oak, Brede, from the rear boundary, . Commander Campbell once lent me his Navy telescope, and I could even see right in the windows, which may have been a bit nerve-racking for my Mum and Dad! It was quite strange looking back again after all this time, as we all moved from there in 1972, when Zia and I got married, although we lived in Hastings for a couple of years!
I once went back just before the old house was demolished, and there were still recognisable things around, like the prefect’s red ink signature board, and loads of old books. The building was vandalised terribly, and was pulled down soon afterwards.
Bill Mozley, who sadly died some years ago of cancer, had an ironmonger’s shop in our village, and we often swapped stories about the old place! He said that Mrs B had told him that having to give up the place nearly killed GB, as I suppose it was an almighty shock, seeing that he only learned of the Compulsory Purchase Order from a journalist, ringing him up for a comment on a piece in the local paper published that day.
The Council were scandalous at all that - I have a cutting somewhere, and will try and scan it for all to see.
3 comments:
I was at HHS when the Compulsory Purchase Order was made. We had (literally) just finished the big lunch to celebrate 50 years of being at Baldslow (in 1968).
I remember several boys having to leave the end of the meal to attend their carpentry class. It was while they were there that the carpentry man told the boys that the school was going to have to be sold, and an announcement to that effect was in the local paper that very day.
GB knew nothing about this at all. Iremember him that evening at "lights" and he was absolutely shaking with impotent fury. It was deeply shocking.
It was at the start of the next summer term that we learned that GB had negotiated an amalgamation with Glengorse. We found out about this as we boarded the school train.
It was all very unsettling as I am sure all can imagine. It would be interesting to get the minutes of the meetings where this was discussed under FoI
I can't find the newspaper cutting at the moment (my desk is a bit like yours...)Stuart, but it was headline news in 'The Hastings and St Leonards Observer'!
We were all, as old boys, pretty fed up too. Hastings Council were a bit like that in those days.
BTW, you mention 'Lights', what did we all call the evening assembly in the JCR, and the morning one for that matter?
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