Chris Snuggs - Berners/Halls 58-65: "The Sea Cadets and everything to do with sailing were a glorious tradition and a tremendous asset to WHS. Looking back, it was the most incredible opportunity for most of us from the backstreets of London and even those from military families living overseas. And all those involved in organising it were top class, including of course Stretch. They were glorious days.

Somewhat sadly, however, those of us who did cricket in the summer term almost NEVER got to sail except by special and occasional arrangement with a sailor. I only went out once, when Clive Winter in Halls took me out on a Sunday as he needed a crew! I have never forgotten that - nor Clive's kindness. I have completely forgotten HOW one came to do cricket rather than sailing. I do not remember being asked to choose, but perhaps I did? I just don't remember. But if one did NOT choose then HOW else would it have been done? So, WHS boys who did cricket did not sail - and vice versa!!! Sailor Vie!"

Phil Melville - Johnstons 61-69: "One of the positives I took away from WHS was my time spent sailing. There was something magical about harnessing the power of the wind and also being off school grounds and mostly out of site of any school building that engendered a real sense of freedom. I was never going to play representative cricket or rugby, but I did represent the school at Sailing & became Captain of Sailing. Something I was able to put on my CV when applying for jobs. I still consider myself a sailor & flirted with getting my day skipper's qualification, but apathy took over. In my early years after leaving I returned every year for The Old Boys Matches. I was even able to charter a boat round some Greek Islands on the strength of my skills & experience. In recent years I have crewed for a friend in his Flying 15 on a gravel pit, despite not being as quick or as nimble as I used to be, but was complemented on my reading of the conditions& tracking of the other boats.

I got into the Sailing club by going down to the hard to help launch the dinghies and bring them back in whenever I was free, & therefore putting my face in front of MARP. I don't remember who took me down the first time but he said it was the best way of getting in. That being said, I was in the overflow group initially, consigned to rowing or sailing the whaler.

On our return from a victorious trip to Greshams school, MARP stopped at a pub & bought us all a half pint of something with a 10/- note that had been in his wallet for a number of years: finally WHS had beaten them."