Walking down to Keswick has its own fascinations, there is the street that has trees in the road, not on the pavement. There was also a shop that had a well sunk in its floor, it must have been fenced off though! All the times I went to Castlerigg I never went to see the pencil museum. There was though the trip up the stone circle.
Saturday night entertainment was interesting, as I’d missed our school’s first visit to Castlerigg I should have realised the enthusiasm of my “friends” to assist me into space had ulterior motives, you won’t be surprised to hear “my great step for mankind” ended with a jug of water being poured down my trouser leg. Another favourite was Humanus, a game were the computer controlling your Biosphere shut down, the result was a over-competitive boy sat in a darkened room on his own, confused, wondering what the future would hold, whilst all his friends, having given up ages ago were enjoying the social, laughing at the very lonely, last surviving human, learning a valuable life lesson.
Sunday mass in the Chapel was a real celebration, we had previously prepared our prayers, bidding prayers, which always included “having a safe journey home.” The sign of peace was also not universally included in masses throughout the diocese, but was also enthusiastically undertaken, on what we realised was the final day with our new friends. It was also unheard of to receive Communion under both kinds as we did at Castlerigg, but it was though a special memory that we could share when we got home.