QuantOckSchool.co.uk
About QuantOckSchool.co.uk
I was set down from my father's car at the age of fourteen; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life at Quantock began. The summer grass, amongst which I stood, was taller than I was, and I wept. I had never been so close to grass before and so alone. The School towered above me and all around me, each turret tattooed with tiger-skins of sunlight. It was knife-edged, dark, and a wicked green, I was lost and didn't know where to move.
