Memories of Middlesmoor.
I remember a swimming pool which could become a stage and a dining room that could become a pottery work-room. That house was always moving, always turning into something new, like in one of the fairy tales. I remember studying in a little church- in a rocky cave- in a hay-loft, in a tent! I remember the most astonishing and incredible teachers I’ve ever met. These are the sort of things that I’m sure I will never forget.

SERENA