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Boys and girls need very little to set them off into the realms of phantasy. And, when it's cold, wet and slushy, and the snow where it lays thick has lost its pristine whiteness something has to be done to divert you from the weather. Coming out of the warmth of Lutterworth Sec. Mod. at 4 o’clock into the lowering gloom you needed to move if you weren’t to freeze up. So young enthusiasm unleashed from the educational bonds and goaded by the weather marauded as Zorro or Tom Micks or the Lion Heart. I don’t know what the girls did but they were totally oblivious to us. As the galloping Zorro, or whoever, anything that came easily to hand became, by grasp, the implement of the moment, and with mac’ as cape, our chapped knees forgotten, we giddy-upped - A sword a sword our kingdom for a sword ! - and there they were, two swords propping up a tin sign. Turning the props into swords was but a matter of moments. Tally-ho!!!!

The next morning the Zorro gang were called out of class to front a very big man in a red cap - a Redcap! He proceeded to tell us the consequences of our sword play. The convoy that had been relying on the tin sign to tell them to turn right at the school, and to park, and grub-up at the Field Kitchen had, bereft of its props, vanished beneath the slush. The convoy had instead motored on up the rough country lane till it met a five barred gate leading into a field sans Field Kitchen. How many garrys had to back down that lane and at what time did they eventually get to their Field Kitchen? I don’t know, but they must have been very teed off with Zorro and his gang.

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