Neil  Dumbleton (FS 60-64) records his sadness at two recent deaths.
          “I was very saddened by the notification of two deaths in recent issues  of The Old St Beghian:
          
          Ronald Johnson (M 59-65).  Ron was  a Foundation Housemaster during my years at St Bees (FS 60-64) and senior  history teacher during the years of 'O' and 'A' Levels and university  application. I have little recollection of his teaching up to 'O' Level  but, thereafter, he played a critical role in getting me properly prepared to  apply to Cambridge to read history. My Lower Sixth year was probably a  disappointment to Ron, so much so that he took the decision to widen my history  studies away from the curriculum's traditional focus on the18th and 19th  centuries to the Tudor and Stuart eras. As well as greatly extending my  options in answering questions at 'A' Level, that decision revived my interest  and restored my enthusiasm for the subject.
          
That interest and enthusiasm continued after 'A' Level into my  preparation for the Cambridge Entrance examination during the autumn term of  1964. My success, assisted by the many hours of private tuition which I  received from him, owed a huge amount to Ron's confidence in me and the  exceptional support which he provided.
After leaving St Bees at Christmas 1964, I was in touch with Ron just  once, in spring 2013, when, now living in Sydney, Australia, he learnt that I  was organising a reunion to mark the 50th anniversary of the school's first  Atlas expedition in March-April 1963. Together with Gordon Dyke and Alan  Francis, Ron was one of three school teachers on that trip. Looking back fifty  years later in an e-mail to me in March 2013, Ron reflected that they were a  great combination. ‘Gordon was the leader. He chose the route, the resting  spots, the food menus [and] was also responsible for the climbing  programme. He was a great observer of human nature and saw fun  everywhere. Alan was a great backup with a whimsical view of life. I  guess that we made a good team.’ It was typical of Ron that his own memories of  that trip concentrated more on the mishaps and misadventures, some funnier  after the event than at the time, than on the climbing. Being the least  experienced mountaineer of the three, he had more than his fair share of other  duties, including provisions, money, negotiations with the Berbers, and setting  up camp. The last of these, in particular, was not without its  challenges. At the end of the 2013 reunion, everyone present signed a card  to be sent to Ron in Sydney. He replied by e-mail: ‘Your card arrived  this afternoon and I will treasure it. At my age, looking back, the whole  thing achieves a cheery/teary nostalgia and that is a pleasant feeling’. Many  will surely look back on Ron's time at St Bees with a similar feeling.
      
Michael Jamison (FN 61-65).  Mike was  another member of that Atlas expedition in March-April 1963. To be  entirely honest, being a year apart, we were never the closest of friends at St  Bees. But it was impossible not to be aware of him. In many ways, he  was a paragon, so very good at everything he did. He excelled at every  sport which the school provided. He earned a place in the First XV,  playing in the centre, while still in the Lower Sixth, and my album for those  years contains a photograph of Mike winning the 100 yards on Sports Day in July  1964. I also remember him as someone invariably anxious to get involved  and to put himself to the test. On our Atlas expedition, he was probably  the keenest among us to do some real climbing. Another photograph shows  Mike, fully roped-up, working his way up an alarmingly vertical chimney which I  had avoided by finding a less challenging route. He undoubtedly played a  key part in what was a very successful team and enjoyable expedition. Yet, in  spite of his multi-skills and attributes, he was remarkably modest and  self-effacing. Later, at Cambridge, our paths crossed just twice. Very  regrettably in retrospect, our studies, in different Colleges, different years  and different subjects, simply kept us apart. The two meetings which did  take place were both on the squash court. Needless to say, Mike won on  both occasions. The 2013 Atlas reunion was our only subsequent  meeting. It was a weird surprise to discover there that we two Old St  Beghians had married two women, Barbara and Gill, educated at the same Belfast  school, Strathearn. Eleven years later, Barbara and I were both upset to  learn of Mike's death in February this year.
Mike's time at St Bees resulted, as was the case with so many of us, in  a lifelong love of the Lake District. He and Gill acquired a timeshare at  Chapel Stile in Langdale, which they let Barbara and I use immediately after  the Atlas reunion. Mike e-mailed afterwards that ‘We do love our visits to  Langdale, even when it's just the two of us rattling round in no. 37. We have  many happy memories of our kids growing up and making use of all the facilities’.  Living on Anglesey, within sight of Snowdonia, Mike was rarely far from the  hills.” 
        A link to the July 2013 Bulletin article about  the Atlas Expedition of 1963 and subsequent Atlas Reunion in 2013 may be seen here.