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(Fellow Pupil at Dumbrells) We would have games lessons on a Wednesday afternoon. The showers were freezing cold. If you dared complain, you would be punished. It was tough on discipline. From the age of five, children would be punished with a lash of the cane to the bare buttocks for any misdemeanor.

Camilla was a good pupil, quick-witted and bright. My only memory of her getting into trouble was for being a real chatterbox. She was a bundle of energy who found it hard to be quiet, even for a few moments. She was always getting told off for talking.

But she had such strength of character, nothing would upset her. That's what I remember most about her - she never allowed anything to get her down.

Once, she was caned for talking in class. She must have been about six or seven years old. She came back into the classroom and when she sat down you could tell she was wincing in pain. But she did not hang her head in shame and she absolutely refused to cry. The tears were in her eyes and her bottom lip was quivering. But she bit her lip and sat there with her back straight and her face full ahead, looking at the teacher defiantly. She was a tough one, that Camilla, a real tough cookie.