I was at the school when Cmdr O'Sullivan or was it Cmdr Sullivan, was headmaster, I remember having a huge crush on one of his daughters (actually both of them) and I also remember the sad day when he was hit in the temple by a golf ball, I was only 7 or 8 at the time but I remember it was serious.

My Dad was a trade officer with the Canadian High Commission in Port Louis, my mum was Scottish. We weren't officially part of the British community but almost all of our friends an neighbours were and we had access to all the RN facilities as Canadians.

I used to chum around with a lad who's last name was Caldwell and also Gerard Tinkler, who dad was English and as I remember, a bit of a playboy in the expat community!

I dont remember learning much at the school but I do remember playing marbles during playtime and catching fleas while playing under the school after being told not to play under the school because of the fleas!

I don't remember being caned for anything and if not doing homework was a reason to get the cane, I would have been the most caned boy at school! Maybe they didn't cane Canadians.

Anyway, Mauritius was the best 3 years of my childhood. No matter what our parents position was, we were all pretty privileged to have lived in paradise during a much simpler innocent times.

I lived in the UK until I was 17 then moved to Canada to join the Canadian Air Force, still here and still driving my kids nuts with tall tales of what I remember as the greatest adventure of my life, Mauritius!

Cheers,
Alasdair Kerr