A story and a question from  A.R.W. Turner (G 52-57):                     
        “My father, who attended St Bees between 1913 and  1918, told me this story of the French master, Monsieur Le Gros, who one day  was chipping an agate from a boulder near the low water mark on St Bees Head.  As barefooted he pecked away at the agate, a large wave crashed in, the boulder  trembled, and he felt an agonizing pain, as the  boulder settled down onto the toes of his left foot.
 
          He was unable to extricate  his crushed big toe, and as another wave surged up around his knees, he  realized that within the hour, he would be underwater! Searching his pockets,  his felt his pocket knife, and it dawned on him that the only way of saving  himself from a miserable death, might be to sever his trapped toe!
           
          Despite the pain the brave  teacher did manage to cut off his toe, before crawling back to the beach, where  a local farmer took him back to Eaglesfield. My father said that Professeur Le  Gros was back in the classroom in two days, and within a month he was again  refereeing rugby matches!
          
          Monsieur Le Gros was  apparently very popular and a cabal of seniors decided to recover his toe.  Making their way along the base of St Bees Head, with a sledge hammer and steel  wedges they soon located the dismembered toe. Wedges were placed under the  boulder, and driven in with the hammer. When the boulder started to move, the  crushed toe was finally pulled from the boulder’s grip.
          
          The next day, the toe was  pickled in formalin, and wrapped in a shroud of white linen. The miniature  corpse was tied with a ‘tricolour’ ribbon, and placed in an old cigar box. As  the Last Post was sounded on a bugle, the master’s toe was buried in the House  grounds, with a small headstone and the Epitaph:
  “Here Lies the Toe, of  Monsieur Le Gros: RIP 1915 AD.”
  
  A Footnote! After finally returning for the first time in 56 years, on Old Boys’ Day 2013,  I found myself wondering if the headstone had survived. On Sunday I drove down  and stopped outside Eaglesfield House. The old building was now scaffolded, and  the grounds landscaped with new walls constructed from the old red sandstone  masonry. Despite searching for any small headstones, I found no confirmation of  my father’s tale of the brave French teacher.
          I fear the late lamented toe  may be lost forever beneath some stony St Beghian field. But perhaps some  future Cumbrian Carter, will unearth the tomb of the mummified toe, perhaps to  speculate on its origin: the site of an ancient battle, or a sacrificial  offering to pacify the ancient gods of Mammon and Fertility?
          
  PS: Tony  Reeve has kindly researched this tale within the school archives, but has found  no record of a teacher called Le Gros, and neither has an earlier Eaglesfield  housemaster any recollection of the incident, or a headstone. Indeed the tale  may have just been my father’s attempt to entertain his son and introduce me to  the limits of human endeavour. However, I believe that an early Baron of  Egremont and Skipton was named Le Gros, and the name does surface regularly in  Cumbria. One might speculate that the teacher was perhaps a part-time French  teacher, an older Frenchman brought in to cover the requirements of the curriculum  during the Great War, while working similarly at other schools, or on other  work. 
  
  So if any Old St Beghian can shed  any light on this tale, I would be very pleased to hear from them!”