From the desk of the Head Master 8 November 2019
Over half-term, I went as far north as I have ever been in the UK, on a busman’s holiday of sorts to northern Scotland to visit friends at Gordonstoun School, famous for having educated several royal princes.
As we stomped around a very autumnal site we were talking about the ethos up there, aspects of which I hope we can see continue to grow here at Warwick – an emphasis on service, and on outdoor education. I know how much Warwick boys involved in the Duke of Edinburgh’s Award have to achieve in both these areas – the scheme itself developed from a programme run at Prince Philip’s old school.
Just a week before, I had been to Draycote Water to watch our sailing team take on two local rivals. Mr Peck’s newly founded squad won each of the six team races and I learnt a lot about the rules and tactics of team racing. I ought to know more about boats – coming from a Fleetwood fishing family. My great grandfather owned a trawler and my grandad and a couple of his brothers all went to sea.
So as I looked out across the Moray Firth last week, with all this in mind, and having just seen my grandad, I was thinking back to a time when he was sailing in those waters. Eighty years ago he was called up as the Second Word War started and joined the Royal Naval Patrol Service. The trawlers were converted to minesweepers and he found himself aboard a convoy vessel deployed in northern Scotland.
This Remembrancetide we will be thinking back with a particular focus on that war and those soldiers, airmen and sailors who served their country. We will remember those who died, but we must also remember those who survived. My grandad is now 102 – part of a dwindling band of those who fought.
Our CCF contingent will be supporting the Remembrance Parade in Warwick on Sunday morning which is always incredibly poignant and thought-provoking. In our whole school Remembrance Service on Monday we will learn about some of the OW’s who fought in the Second World War, and once again recall the sacrifices they made.