Posted by Edward Ashleigh-Hogg
The date is indicated as 1956, but might even be from 1955. I was either in 1st or 2nd year at the time.People I can remember in it are our Form Master, “Fred” Scott (top right), myself (middle row, 2nd from right) Harry Coghill (on my right), Bill McCosh (on Harry’s right), Herbert Spencer (top row, 2nd from left, now I believe deceased), Bruce Findlay (middle row, 3rd from left), Colin Beak (bottom row, right on the corner below Findlay).
Harry was a fine golfer, lived just alongside Bruntsfield links, Bill went on to be the School Rugby Captain, Herbert was in my primary class at Sciennes, and we both went to the Boroughmuir “M” classes before joining the RHS in the September. I counted 27 boys in the photo, but we were or became 28 – the “missing” one was called Eric Notariani if I remember correctly. We were all so eager to do well – those who had come from the prep school at Jock’s Lodge (like my younger brother Bruce a few years later), had already a head start on the rest of us, and it took time to get into the swing of things, although there were similarities with the primary school, queuing for the morning distribution of milk – little glass bottles of 1/3 of a pint in the courtyard, in front of the library.
Having read some of the other comments from FP’s, and having had Bill Bowie as music teacher for the best part of 5 years, including time in the school orchestra, I honestly don’t remember him as being such a sadistic ogre as he has been painted. Perhaps we were lucky.
High moments of my time: the institution of an annual lecture by an eminent FP sponsored by a family to commemorate their son, an RAF pilot killed in the war (Perhaps the John Gordon Brown Memorial Lecture – Ed).
The first, I think it was in 1957, and the most spectacular, was given by David Murray, the owner of Ecurie Ecosse, and Wilkie Wilkinson his chief mechanic. They brought one of their D-type Jaguars which had just won the Le Mans 24 hours and regaled us both with racing stories and the sight and sound of this magnificent machine as it sprinted up and down the lower playground. That rather left its mark – and I eventually got to drive one (photo attached).
Another lecture I remember was by a boffin from ICI who made us some gifts of self-heating soup! I also joined “the Corps”, subsequently transferring to the RAF section. Whilst there, I was given the chance to do a gliding course at the RNAS “HMS Condor” at Arbroath. That effectively started my flying career. I still have that glider licence, signed by Lord Brabazon of Tara. All part of the legacy of RHS.
Best to all,