I had Mrs Darke as my teacher at Queensbury Infants’ School when it was in Chapel Lane, in the mid 1940s. I seem to recall that another of Mrs Darke’s sons (Malcolm, I think) was in my class too for I used to wonder what it would be like to have your Mam as your school teacher. The only other teacher I remember was the headmistress, Mrs Thomas. I do however have a clear memory of the school itself, its cloakroom – in winter, full of wet coats, gloves, girls’ ‘pixie’ hoods, boys’ balaclavas, and ‘wellies’; the classrooms – especially one big one divided into two with a folding partition; and the playground (adjacent to a graveyard) with its outside toilets. I recall learning to read and write (several lines of my exercise book taken up with strings of the letter O (starting at top right and going anti-clockwise – as I still do!). I remember too, the wall charts where we recorded the weather; learning to knit (a floor cloth – or was it a dish cloth?) from a ball of string – full of holes, whichever; learning the sol-fah music scale with the teacher indicating different notes by hand signals (I never did get that!). Still, 70 years on and at a distance of some 12000 miles – QIS left a lasting, happy impression.