Salt and pepper, and the willow tree

I went here from 1977-1982 (when we relocated to Lancashire). Mr sulch was the head then and there was an older, gentler man who was deputy. I used to call them salt and pepper! Mrs Hewitt was the reception teacher. She was lovely, very seventies in her dress sense and firm but fair. Corporal punishment was still rife then, sadly, and I was hit quite a bit by Mrs dolby. Varied from daydreaming, to ‘dog-earing the page’ (of my work). My mom finally complained when I had the ruler across my knuckles for nothing. Aside from her, I loved it there and have lots of happy memories. Loved the hills that were gated in winter, that we could roll over in the summer sometimes. These were really atop of bomb shelters apparently (maybe someone could shine a light on this). Loved the school dinners, and being able to get seconds. Stories under the willow Tree were rare but very memorable. Our new library was great, this would’ve been in 81. I’d always get Asterix comic books from there.