Boy scouting in the school’s ample wooded grounds, and on Abberley Hill near by, map-reading, cooking and modest play-acting added new dimensions to my life.
The Lord Howe of Aberavon, CH, QC (OA)
When I think of Abberley, I think of the delight we took in writing out quotations in many different languages for the books Dick Marshall gave us, or going into the woods and cooking over a camp fire, or tobogganing down the Ink Pot bank. Abberley breathed a spirit of liberty which I could not detect in other schools.
Andrew Gimson (OA 1966-71), biographer of Boris Johnson and Parliamentary sketch-writer for the Daily Telegraph
I enjoyed Abberley, as indeed I did the whole of my education. That sounds smug, I know. But I consciously challenged the day-counting habit (‘nine more days in this mouldy old school!’) – and still do. I consider myself very lucky that I never fell into the rut of always wanting to be round the next corner, instead of making the most of where I was.
The Lord Howe of Aberavon, CH, QC (OA)
Sylvie Chatterton taught me French from 1994-97 and under her guidance I got the top scholarship to my senior school and went on to do French at university…I maintain to this day that I was better at French at 13 than I was at 18….I look back on my Abberley days with profound nostalgia and I suspect they will prove to be the happiest days of my life
Tom Homfray (OA, 1992-97)