What better way of marking the end of a brilliant school
than to invite one of its most famous sons to make a stunning contribution
to an end of term concert for each
of the year groups?
Introduced by Mrs Glaister as the lad she had warned that he would never
make anything of his life if he did not pay more attention to his Maths and
stop playing the guitar and listening to records, Francis Dunnery held the
theatre spellbound as he sang 'Hometown', remembering from New York, the
city of sad millionaires, Murphy's meat pies and the lamb that cried freedom
on Sca Fell Pike. The songwriter who made Gulley Flatts Boys famous in
Japan, the rock star who founded chart topping 'It Bites' and still draws
fans to Egremont from all over the world just to hear him play in his
hometown, struck just the right note on Wyndham's last day, remembering a
school whose spirit will live on in West Lakes Academy when it opens in
September but which will never be quite the same again.
A little later the school flag, which had been flying all
morning in the rain, was lowered to the notes of the Last Post played by
Stuart Humphrys before the silent assembly of teachers and students in the
yard, and hundreds of balloons were released into the clouds.
A group of Wyndham's young journalists were busy all morning interviewing
staff and fellow pupils. Jolene Haig and Kira Thompson found that Mrs Hinde
would miss Wyndham and wished the weather was nicer to let the balloons go,
but she liked the idea of a refurbished technology block with a bigger staff
room store cupboard.
They
found mixed views about the coming change. Paige was looking forward to the
Academy's opening in September, but was reserved about the new uniform.
"Nice, but I think the tank top is horrible."
Other children were looking forward to the holidays as a time for sleeping
off all their hard work.
Jack Carver told them that he felt excited and happy about next year and the
changes what are going on but Abigail Draper was unhappy that Wyndham School
was closing and Scott Fowler declared that he didn’t like changes.
How can you find the words on occasions like this? The
editor is deeply sorry for having caused distress to former colleagues in
last month’s article, "Taking a hard look at ourselves," but he did so with
words of Francis Dunnery ringing in his ears: "That’s Peter Watson, my
English teacher, and at last I’ve got him to listen to me." For not
listening carefully enough, early enough to Frankie and all his other other
pupils he is even more deeply sorry.