Footsteps

I never wanted my sons to follow in my footsteps

I preferred that they walk beside me for a time

And when I eventually tire

They will go further than I could have ever imagined possible

Although I was happy in my primary education at Carnalridge – the school was about 100 m from the entrance to our farm, the strict discipline of a 1950’s grammar school education in Coleraine, with its constant threat of corporal punishment, grated with my yearning for independence. I left school at the earliest opportunity and soon after I set off to seek my fortune. I’m still seeking!

Thankfully, times and teaching methods have changed, and my sons were never caned, kept in detention after school and made write hundreds of lines like ‘I must not forget my homework’. It may now be hard to believe, but grammar schools in the UK and Ireland were like that. It seems to me that the strict discipline was intended to break rebellious spirits. In my case they failed.

In comparison, my sons received an excellent primary education at Lyndhurst in Camberley, well followed by Salesian College in Farnborough. All four boys achieved a plethora of ‘A’ levels, the UK equivalent of university entrance.

In Lyndhurst, all four were there in Andrews’s last year.

They were all very much involved in their school sports from an early age, and I loved taking them to their many varied sports – football, rugby, cricket, basketball, javelin, judo etc .

John receiving an award at Lords, the home of cricket.
John in action with the Camberly youth team

Both Andrew and John pursued the academic path, attaining degrees from Imperial College in London and the University of Southampton respectively. Bob and Philip took a sabbatical from studies, before embarking on careers in accounting and software development.

Andrew and his mother outside the Royal Albert Hall
John with Hazel, his now-
wife

Between them, my sons have travelled in more than 60 countries and territories, and they have resided and worked in Australia, New Zealand, US, France, Spain, Germany, as well as being road warriors in several other countries. At this rate they will soon overtake me!

They are all competent skiers, thanks to a UK artificial slope and Lotta’s introduction to Swedish ski slopes.

Philip at Branäs in Sweden
Andrew and Bob at Breckenridge, in Colorado, where Bob used to work.

Andrew, Bob and Philip are accomplished long distant cyclists, with treks from the UK to Chamonix and Venice and Philip across the US coast-to-coast.

Bob and Andrew about to set off from Camberley to Chamonix in the summer of 2009
And arriving in Chamonix many days later
Philip arriving at the west coast of California after cycling 44 days and 4800 km from the US East coast.

Until I suffered a stroke, for many years I was an enthusiastic mountain hiker, mainly in Switzerland and France, but also in the UK. My sons have climbed further and higher than I have ever done.

Andrew in the Andes with a street dog that adopted him.
Philip on the summit of Kilimanjaro at 5895 m
Bob and a friend on the summit of the dormant volcano Mount Taranaki at 2518 m, on the north island of New Zealand

And all had an excellent music education, with Andrew excelling on the piano. His grandfather and great-grandfather, both musicians, would have been proud of him.

Andrew entertaining at a wedding reception.

And there were a couple of wannabe actors in the family…

Bob about to go on the set of a Robin Hood movie
Philip performing in a musical

Philip’s volunteer work is impressive. At his own cost, he participated in projects in Tanzania, the Philippines, and Mozambique.

Philip on a volunteer assignment in Tanzania

Both Bob (2012 in New Zealand) and Philip (2019 in California) completed skydives.

Philip in ariel action!

And Philip is now an Ironman!

Yup, they have gone further than I could ever have imagined, and there’s almost certainly more to come.

One thought on “Footsteps”

  1. Hi Len
    I am a few years younger than you, my first year at Carnalridge was 1960. I picked up on an earlier blog, from about 2019 (not my 3 best years), and it brought so many memories back to me. Like you, Mr Bankhead was a huge inspiration to me. Such a lovely man.
    Great writing, now off to read your older posts!

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