Views of Nottingham

Stuart Frew writes a personal view of his time at The British School in Arnold.

The year was 1966. Here I was, a young laddie dawdling down through the streets of Arnold in Nottinghamshire down towards the main shopping place. I had my new school uniform on for the first time, never having worn one before it was causing no little irritation.

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I remember walking past The British School before it was demolished to make way for Arnold Market.  I always thought that it looked a very scary, and most probably haunted, place.