How Glenalmond made me
From our UK edition
Early in 1968, when I was just 13, my father came home one evening with a letter in his hand and an uncomfortable look on his face. ‘You’ve won a big scholarship…’ Long pause. ‘…to Glenalmond.’ ‘But you promised I was going to St Edward’s,’ I protested. St Edward’s was the principal school in the scholarship scheme in which I was indeed a big winner. We had been to see its red-brick campus in Oxford and I was braced for my first boarding experience there. But Glenalmond? Where was it anyway? We had to find it in a road atlas, 300 miles away in rural Perthshire.