No, not a funny dance, but the daily walk from and to Corners House - four times daily and perhaps more on occasion. I was in Berners House from 1958 to 1960, and then in Halls House and I am astonished now at my lack of curiosity (and perhaps friends) that meant I NEVER went to or even near Corners House during my six years at WHS.
I seem to remember thinking they must be a hardy lot: all that traipsing across the fields day in day out - but that extra exercise didn't seem to give them a particular advantage on Sports Day!
Another thing I remember is wondering how boys came to be chosen for a particular house. Was it random? Does anyone know? Will we EVER know? I think it was an honour to be in a house named "Corner" after Mr Corner, who was the most kindly, patient and interesting teacher. He did not have a high profile around the school outside of class, but I had great affection for the old boy - and I loved biology, but then it must take a rather strange person not to.
It was a rather special arrangement. Most boys were right on campus, but Corners boys had a more separate home from home. Did that make them a more closely-knit community?
Chris Snuggs - Berners/Halls 58-65: "Is that the famous cabbage field?"
Jon Kemp - Corners 73-80: “We referred to it as cabbage-patch field, but they also grew potatoes. I never remember them growing grain, but that isn't to say they didn't. In our day, the path was obviously much more evident given that 60 boys walked it four times a day.”
Richard Hayter - Corners 65-71: “They did occasionally grow barley in the field on the left: left as in after walking through the Tunnel of Terror. And I remember during 'O' levels helping to pick potatoes. Packed it in after 30 minutes as it was back-breaking.”
David Waight - Corners 65-71: “I used to love that walk in the summer.”
John Anthony Lewindon - Corners 62-67: “In my day it was sugar-beets in that field.”
Jackson Jones - Corners 81-85: “I remember the private pheasant land in forest to the right. I went in and got spooked, ran out and forgot the barbed wire; it caught my chin. I was lucky I only had a scar after having butterfly stitches at sick-bay - but a great walk to school several times a day.”
David Waterhouse - Corners 58-61: “I remember it well. I remember cowpats, and cows in the field next to the church facing up to a dog which was harrassing them and seeing it off in short order, which taught me something about both dogs and cows. At the Corners end the 'tunnel' through the woods would be thick with flying stag beetles at the the right time of year. Along the way there were hedgerows, where Peter Sullivan(?) and I picked blackberries to make into wine - pressed through socks and handkerchieves and fermented in a handle-less dining room water jug on top of the cupboard in Matron's sewing room. Happy days! Logically there must have been wet and windy days, trudging through muddy fields, but any memory of those is long gone.”
Mark Ford - Corners 83-88: "I remember it well; it was a great walk. In winter when it snowed and the wind howled, it was fantastic. I was also run over on Marina Road as I did the journey on my BMX; that was tough at 13."