The Chronicle 2013 Bedales Chronicle 2013, Volume 95 Staff Editors Graham Banks Jane Kirby Editing Team: Georgia Green Katie Millard Toby Matimong Mohammad Pechuho Jess Sankey Sam Shuckburgh Reuben Thompson Nell Whittaker Layout and Design Piper Anderson-Klotz Rufus Rock Bela Swiderska Arran Stamper Toby Matimong Cover Image Piper Anderson-Klotz Bedales School Church Road Tel: 01730 300100 Steep Fax: 01730 300500 Petersfield [email protected] GU32 2DG Page 1 G. H. Smith & Son, DESIGN PRINTING PUBLISHING, Easingwold, York. 01347 821329. www.ghsmith.com Page 1 Editorial Jane Kirby, Staff There was rather a gap between Diana 2012 saw the retirement of two very long- Wallsgrove’s retirement and the standing members of staff: George Hatton appointment of her successor as Editor, and and Colin Prowse. We said farewell also to I’m afraid this is reflected to some extent in Diana Wallsgrove, Steve Gardner, Mike this edition. I must pay tribute to Piper Lambert, Carmody Grey, Hannah Parsons, Anderson-Klotz who kept the show on the Tristan Wilson, Tom Angier and Julie road – organizing the student team and Soyer. periodically reminding me to remind senior management that they needed to send some Carmody, an OB, came back to teach PRE white smoke up the chimney. Graham part-time whilst completing her master’s and Banks stepped in to provide staff support soon found herself head of department. Her and we now look forward to a smoother commitment to her subject was greatly process as Jen Moore has already got her appreciated by all her students, as were the team working on the next edition. trips abroad she organized. Tom Angier also taught in the PRE department for a Inevitably, we have not done justice to the short time but found the lure of a return to range of events that took place during 2012. academia too hard to resist. Each year I regret deeply my choice to work on Tuesday evenings so that I am often Tristan, despite teaching French, will be best unable to attend Civics or the Theatre. remembered for his love of all things Hugh Dennis’ Civics was an exception, as Japanese, not least his wife and daughter. there were no students left in the Library for Also in the French department was Julie me to supervise! Soyer, assistante for two years, who was just as devoted to McFly. Chris Schembri Teddy Thompson OB returned to give a taught Physics for the Autumn term during concert in aid of the John Badley Ransi’s sabbatical, and Martyn Grubb Foundation and was joined on stage by joined the Art staff for the same period current Bedalians, including his nephew Zak while we waited for the department to Hobbs. In complete musical contrast the regain full strength on the arrival of Wilfred Brown Song Recital series George’s successor. continued with a concert given by Katherine Broderick and Marcus Farnsworth, Joining us, we welcome: accompanied by James Cheung. Benedict Haydn-Davies, David Anson, Jen Moore, Martin Jones, Phil King, Peter Piper writes of her experience directing ‘In Thackrey, Malushi Lutete, Alex Walker the Shadow of the Glen’ with Diana. I and Alice Ballantine Dykes, OB. should mention also the other 6.1 production, ‘Homemade Fusion’: as Jay In the summer holidays we heard the Green said in the programme notes, ‘not devastating news of Kadian Harding’s death really a musical, not a recital of songs’ but in a cycling accident; his life was celebrated something in between. Difficult as it was to at a most moving Memorial in the Autumn, categorize, the performances were stunning and we have included Keith’s address in this and the lyrics (though apparently cleaned edition. up) equally so. Page 2 Page 2 Contents Morocco Juliette Perry 6 The Battlefields Trip Ashley Viljoen 9 Youth Philanthropy Initiative Jojo Mosley and 11 Poppy Duncan Extended Projects 2012: A Study on Modern and Classical Katie Shannon 13 Architecture A New Password Sam Wilkinson 16 Storytelling Through Dance Elize Layton 17 The English Language Emily Hill 18 On Samson & Delilah Nell Whittaker 20 The Rock Show 2012 Photographs 21 Travel Award Katie Shannon 24 Jeremy Paxman - Civics Sam Shuckburgh 26 Sea Turtle Conservation Sophie Lowes 27 Rachel Portman- Civics Toby Matimong 29 Religion and Sexuality in Malaysia Thalia Chin 30 The First Five Years of Outdoor Work Peter Coates 34 BAC Colin Prowse Gabby Morris 36 Spring Sports Report Sonia Cartwright and 37 Alan Wright Messages for the Future Juliette Perry 41 Mike Lambert Angus Carey-Douglas 42 Page 3 Page 3 Our Year Out Toby Denton and 44 Issy Michiels Steve Gardner Freya Deane 48 In The Shadow of the Glen Piper Anderson-Klotz 50 George Hatton’s Thirty-four Year Reign Piper Anderson-Klotz 52 Robin Hood Zara Huband and 54 Margaret Rice Three Schools Summer Party Jess Sankey 56 Diana Wallsgrove Toby Matimong 57 Petersfield Shakespeare Festival Georgia Green 59 Treasure Island Laura Wise 61 Hannah Parsons Katie Millard 63 Sports Report Sonia Cartwright and 64 Alan Wright Kadian Harding: In Memoriam Keith Budge 67 Ullswater Stella Green 70 New Bounds Reuben Thompson 72 Eric Rimmer – Civics Katie Millard 74 Strangers: No Strangers Harley Mitford 75 JFP Sam Shuckburgh 77 Swaziland Katie Millard 78 Carol Ann Duffy – Civics Nell Whittaker 81 The Bedales Fashion Show Alex Yetman 82 Noises Off! Nell Whittaker 85 The Relapse Katie Millard 86 The Dubai Performing Arts Exchange Toby Matimong 89 Sports Report Sonia Cartwright and 92 Alan Wright Chronicle of 2012 95 Page 4 Page 4 WWiinnteer Page 5 Page 5 Morocco Juliette Perry, Block 5 Nothing could have prepared me for this passed along his street – though whether it city, so far from the glass and steel of was the sheer number of people wearing London and the orderly queues of identical red hoodies or our pure foreignness Heathrow. Marrakesh, filled with enticing is still up for debate (I can imagine it would aromas of strange spices and foods mixed be a strange sight). In the souks we earned with the stench of petrol fumes and urine, names like Shikira and Mr Bean. To be was unlike anything that I had ever honest the stallholders’ approach and the experienced. As we entered the old town of business of haggling were a truly Medina, the wide causeways of the new exhilarating but also terrifying experience. town became narrower and narrower, wiggling off into side streets, twisting and When we travelled into the Atlas mountains turning, contorting, into a labyrinth. As the we spent a night in a tiny mountain village – walls squeezed closer and closer together it was so quiet, no cars or trains or planes or and the streets became more impossible to buses, nothing, only the sound of the hills navigate, the shops began to spill onto the and the people around us. It was amazing road. Forced out of the shops, the to think how different their life must be to merchandise settled on grimy blankets ours. In this village there are no spread across the uneven cobble-stone conveniences like shops and restaurants, or streets. swimming pools and gyms; they grow their own food on terraces and plots by the river; All through the trip we were exposed to new they keep their animals on the ground floor things: the food, the culture and the of their houses. Their lives must so different landscape were so different from those of from my own - I can hardly imagine what it England. Instead of rolling hills and green would be like to farm a field or keep a farm fields we were presented with rugged animal. It is difficult not to wonder if we mountains and cliffs, instead of roast beef will see more of their country in a week than and Yorkshire puddings we were served they will see in their life… tagine and smoky oven-baked bread. The night in the desert was, for me, the All over the country our pale skin caught the highlight of the trip (closely followed by the attention of locals. In a small mountain days in Marrakesh). For some people it is village a little boy stopped to stare as we unlikely it was, as there was a stomach bug going around that night and several people were sick. The stars were amazing. I woke up at about 4:30 in the morning. There were shooting stars and if only I had known the names of all the constellations I could have said I saw every single one. It was a beautiful sight to stare up at the sky, wrapped in my sleeping bag, feeling as though my face had turned to ice whilst looking up at the heavens. The only sounds Page 6 Page 6 I could hear were the grunts of the camels magical facades made from plaster and and ‘she who shall remain unnamed’, plywood there was scaffolding! Despite the having her own conversation with them. fact the sets looked so real and substantial they were totally prefabricated and pretend. When we started moving at 6:30 that The man who took us on a tour stressed morning the air was still cold, the sand was how important the film industry was to the like ice to touch. We pulled on our boots (I people of Ourzazat (a city which now has a carefully checked mine for any nasty creepy growing population of technicians, actors crawlies but I found none) and headed and artists) and how this way of life was towards our camels. After about two threatened by the increase in the use of CGI minutes on a camel you can see why they and competing locations. are called the ‘Ships of the Desert’ (that is if you don’t fall off as it stands up). The Later that day we went to visit Ait lurching movement was a wakeup call for Benhaddou, the city used in some of the all the half-asleep Bedalians to hold on tight opening scenes of the 2010 film Prince of as we marched over the undulating dunes. Persia. It is a UNESCO world heritage site. The red sand (and it was RED) shifted It is a stunning town made of mud the underneath our camels’ hooves as we colour of the hills, looking down over a climbed the dunes to watch the sunrise. It steady flowing river, the banks encrusted in was magnificent to watch the sun glittering white salt. Twelve to thirteen majestically proceed over the horizon, families still live in these old houses but lighting up our faces, the great disk of light most have moved away. In the 20th century poking over the line of uneven dunes. the new part was built; ugly, squat, concrete buildings sprang up on the other bank of the We spent one day at the Ourzazat Atlas river – fully equipped with air conditioning, Corporation Studios film studios – it was a running water and electricity – all the very surreal place with Thebes, Rome and conveniences of modern life but none of the Jerusalem all around the corners from each splendour of the Kasbahs in the old town. other. There was a Buddhist temple with an enormous statue, a trebuchet and a The Kasbahs are the defensive houses – miniature pyramid. The weirdest thing traditional to Morocco. Made from the about the entire place was that behind the cheapest materials they were forts, four Page 7 Page 7 towers reaching towards the blue sky for stall holder and there was music and lookouts, equipped with a well and an dancing. After a busy day discovering the armoury. The men of the village would Bhaia palace, the souks and a Berber defend the Kasbahs whilst the women fled. pharmacy, it was far from relaxing - but the The higher parts of their walls were once magic of the city and music and dance decorated with geometric designs, but those wormed its way into our weary group. have been washed away with wind and rain. Everyone was shattered from the long week Years of neglect mean many of these mud of experience. houses are crumbling to extinction, broken beyond repair as this beautiful town turns to This wonderful lively country had taught us dust. all something new, I am sure, by seeing people living lives so different from our own Our penultimate night in Morocco was - not worse, just different. To see a country spent in Marrakesh. We ate at a stall so far away from England was a tiring (though hygiene was somewhat experience. However, if you said I could do questionable) which served us a delicious it all again tomorrow there is nothing in the dinner. Beggars and pedlars came to our world that would stop me from going. tables but were quickly shooed away by the Page 8 Page 8 The Battlefields Trip Ashley Viljoen, Block 4 There is a scientific theory commonly kicked out of a museum that had a dug out nicknamed the monkey-sphere, which replica, complete with scary wax suggests that, unless directly confronted with mannequins and an even scarier woman it, human beings can’t comprehend the pain patrolling. We saw many, many graves. or suffering of anyone outside a group of about 150 of their closest friends and family. Graves of British, French, New Zealanders, I’m not saying I agree with it: I’m just Australians and Canadians filled the saying it exists. cemeteries. Wall after wall covered with names of those never found. Wreaths of On the Battlefields trip we visited many poppies, and poppies on crosses, adorning memorials, like the Vimy Ridge memorial, the monuments. All graves with a name, a which is the largest Canadian war memorial date, a cross, a seal, occasionally a Jewish outside Canada. Also many cemeteries, like star instead of the cross. All except the Tyne Cot cemetery. There was a lot of graves, too many to believe, with nothing driving in the coach, from town to town and written on them except ‘A soldier of the memorial to memorial. Fergus Previte Great War, known unto God’. Unknown found the grave of his great-great uncle. In bodies buried there, with not enough left to Thiepval, everyone looked for people of the identify them. The bodies of those whose same surname as them. We were almost names were on the walls. The bodies with Page 9 Page 9