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ARBORFIELD - Friday 22nd to Sunday 24th July 2005 inclusive

 

 

The following report & photographs contributed by Trevor STUBBERFIELD (52A)

 

 

Friday

During the evening we turned up at the Bailleul Sergeants' Mess to book in and here I think the biggest mistake of the weekend was made. No attempt had been made to accommodate members of intakes together.  In fact we would be widely spread over different barrack blocks, all intakes mixed up in rooms, which was to make the traditional "swinging of the lamp" virtually impossible. Arborfield works on a tribal system. Loyalty is to one's intake, the lads you entered the gates with and spent three years buddying along, then marching off the square with at the end of your apprenticeship. Even those who spent extra time at the school still hold their original intake as the real one. Then of course all intakes together give their loyalty to Arborfield as a whole. Perhaps those who make the arrangements, being generally jeeps, don't fully understand the system and for next year may take this grave mistake on board and rectify the situation.

 

Booking in we recognised Brian Paton (52A), some feat of memory as it was Brian's first reunion and the first time we had met in over fifty years. Mind you, having posted a photo to us did help a bit. Then it was into the maze of billets to find the allocated room and claim a bedspace. Beds were already made, this year with the luxury of a duvet. Time for a quick shower and shave and a coming to face with a reality. The ablutions were not of a very good order, cleanliness didn't appear high on the requirements, and some essential parts were out of order. It wasn't my fault that the shower valve handle came off in my hand, honest guv.

 

Spruced up, it was back to the Mess to see who we could find. Things were quiet, very restrained and numbers were obviously down. One comment kept cropping up, "It's very subdued". Being a romantic I remember the old saying, "You can take the man out of Arborfield, but you can't take Arborfield out of the man." It would appear to be even more localised than I first thought. Although we were in Arborfield, we were far from our traditional ground. If, as rumour suggests, the college reopens as a Forward Catering School, eventually we may be able to return to our roots, and just think of the gastronomic delights we could look forward to.

 

Supper was served, everything curried as usual, but for the less exotic of us there were a few sandwiches. Past my bedtime I set off for the billet. I have trouble navigating in daylight so what chance did I stand in pitch black? The path took us alongside a road, over a bridge by the lake, and then alongside the lake for about half a mile. Double that for going off course. The place was alive with rabbits of all shapes and sizes and they knew no fear. Would that they could know just what I was thinking about them, pie was the second word of two.

 

A quick call to "My Manager" to let her know I was safe, and then it was head down to get a good night's rest before the programme for tomorrow.

Published: 7th August 2005

 


 

 

 

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