We were very lucky in our Headmaster. His name was Mr Widdicombe, he really took me under his wing. He was so kind, gentle and understanding, I could take all my worries and concerns to him. He always comforted me and gave me strength to carry on. He encouraged me in all my artistic pursuits - I was a very idealistic child, probably quite boring at times - but I always loved art, needlework, writing , any kind of art. I loved collecting things: pebbles, and wild flowers which I would painstakingly press and make folders of them. I loved horse chestnuts and acorns (which I would polish), fir cones and leaves.

Mr Widdicombe brought me all the things necessary to make him a rug (looped wool, canvas, etc). The rug, when finished, measured about 3ft by 5ft. I really enjoyed making it , it took me an awful long while but I did eventually finish it.

I corresponded with him until he died. I was married with two children when he died; I really missed his letters and answering them. He was a wonderful man and I owe him so very much, he really taught me how to develop into a sane human being.