From left: Fabian, Mr. Knott (my housemaster) and I at No. 2. Knotty, as he was called, was well known for his no-nonsense attitude, which could get irksome to most, esp. when he went on his "bombing" raids. But he really was a caring housemaster, and your good health and welfare was his top concern.
He had the good fortune of witnessing me seeing snow for the first time, was fascinated that I had no surname (from then on, I was listed as Harun bin Abdul Wahab, and not H.B.A. Wahab), and almost disallowed me to fast during Ramaddan because he thought I would die if I didn't consume liquids for a day!
Incidentally, the snow didn't arrive like it did on TV, with pretty flakes gently falling and sprinkling the trees with its softness. Instead, it roared in sideways like a demented alcoholic out on a binge, almost taking the trees with it.
Also note the height differentials.
