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clouds of white smoke and criticising the new, more efficient, more comfortable diesel trains. There are all sorts of people in a station. There are the businessmen, dressed in pinstriped suits with red carnations in their buttonholes, and brown leather cases tucked under their arms and tucked under the other arm their daily copies of "The Times" and of course, on their heads, bowler hats. Then there are the old drunk unshaven sleeping tramps. Just sleeping there on a bench with their old tattered coats and moth-eaten hats and uncombed hair. The people who are going on holiday are excited. The children with their buckets, and spades. The older people chatter in little groups about things from politics to knitting.
- Alexander Wilson, P6A
MY FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL
I got up out of bed and got my breakfast and we set off for the school. When we got there Bruce Wilson came over to the car. I was a bit shy and Bruce got my Second Year Barter. He was a tall boy. He looked nice. I saw his silver teeth. He took me up to the dorm. We got my case and got everything in my locker. When we went to lunch we had meat and chips. When my mum and dad went, I was excited. I liked the school. People called me titch, small fry and tiddles. After a few days, I found out I was the smallest boy in the school. We went to the store to get my kilt on and the rest of the things. It was heavy and my shoes were too big.
Now that I am used to things it is good fun. When I got my pyjamas I put them on, but they were massive. I got my raincoat: it was huge: it was below my knees. When I walked around my pyjama bottoms were on the floor under my feet.
Paul Hastings, P6A
2074
The electrical alarm-clock struck quarter to eight, giving off a high-pitched note to wake me up. My air-bed deflated a minute later to make sure I was up. Putting on my one-piece clothes, I glanced out to see the mountains of Skyscrapers, dull and black Big Ben looked like a bungalow, I zippped up my plastic-suit which my mother bought last week for five pounds.
My father went up on the roof and started up the hover-car. I went up a few minutes later and got in. The car had inflatable seats and was very comfortable. It went up several feet, went forward over the road and came down, hovering over the road, off by about three feet. The garages had been built on the roof to save space in the city.
We were going down Downing Street where every citizen has to salute the premier. I don't like him but my father is one of his many followers. We turned off Downing Street on to George Street,
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a new road which had just been built. My school was just up this street. My father dropped me off, and went to work in one of the many political offices about defence. I walked into the classroom; as I was five minutes late, Mr. Hartson called me up. As I approached he switched on the set of earphones, I sat down in the chair which I noticed to be rather comfortable. He placed the earphones over my ears;
it was playing a sweet mellow sound ; as time went on it got louder, louder, louder and suddenly its switched off. As he took the earphones off he whispered "You'll get double next time, alright boy." "Yes, sir" I whispered sarcastically and walked back to my desk swearing under my breath.
Paul Kent, P7A
THE STEAM ENGINE
The triumphant blast of the whistle as it roars round the bend,
Smoke pouring from its funnel,
A loud cheer from the crowd boosts it on, For a few seconds you're happy,
But it fades away, leaving only its spent energy.
James Gallon, P7A,
THE WINTER'S NIGHT
On a winter's night, all is still,
Not a sound,
Not a movement,
Except perhaps, the rustle of the trees,
Or the hooting of an owl.
Then a mouse,
What's that?
What's there?
Its only the cat.
The moon floats above me,
Like a ghost on the prowl.,
Silver and creepy,
On a winter's night.
But soon the morning dawns,
The sun shines through the trees,
Like a blazing fire.
Neil Collie, P6A
CCF
ARMY SECTION
SUMMER CAMP—13-20 JULY 1973
Summer Camp for the Army Section was based in the TA Centre at Dingwall. The accommodation was good, but we spent a minimum of time in it as our whole camp was given over to expeditions.
We arrived late in the afternoon of Friday 13th July and started preparing for a two-day expedition setting out on Saturday morning and returning on Sunday 15th July. This expedition was in the Nova
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