A school scarf was handy accessory as were the long grey trousers and blazers we wore on Sundays. All of these items had name tags sewn in and from memory a number. I seem to recall mine was '294' but this might be a flight of fancy as the memory of such trivial detail dims.
If you walk downhill from the school Coronation Avenue becomes Elliot Street and eventually intersects with the main 'drag', Devon Street. A favourite pastime was to frequent the fish and chip shop which used to be situated as one turned left from Elliot into Devon street. Long before 'wedges' became the fashionable potato norm, these tubers were served just one way - the ubiquitous 'chip'.
The section where this shop once stood now sports another called "Everlasting Monumentalists", a manufacturer of grave stones. One suspects that given the consumption of fatty foods in the 1960's this newer endeavour is doing a roaring business.
Replete from our ingestion of potatoes and fat we faced the long trudge up hill. Most of this accumulated stodge was burned off during rugby practice on the racecourse which is opposite the school.
When there was a good snowfall on Mt Egmont and the wind was whipping in from the South it was truly a numbing ordeal. No doubt this contributed to my desire to play in the front row and be buried deep in the scrum, or as many rucks as possible, during the course of a game.