Without doubt, the year 1974/5 was the worst of my life. It started quite promisingly but descended very quickly into a series of events which still make me wince when I think of them now.
To an extent, the A level results of August 1975 gave me an opportunity to start again and I was both relieved and excited to be leaving for University.
I came home from the end of the first term to find a letter inviting me to this Presentation. I was initially reluctant to go, but my parents were very keen so I went reluctantly.
It was good to see so many friends with whom I’d grown up again. We were all scattered around the country now and this would be the last time so many of us were gathered together. I know of two on the list of A level candidates who are no longer with us and we are poorer for their absence.
Two years below us were the O level group and there are many friends in that group as well.