Eric Middleton (M 58-69) has sent what will be a chapter  in his latest book since it contains the recollections of some OSBs about their  ‘Special Places’.
        “Many of you found these places in the wonderful  countryside of lakes, mountains and streams a welcome release from school! For  a few, such as John Braithwaite or Darryl Davies, they were even to be found in  my Chemistry lab, including ‘Spider Diagrams’. (I was Head of Chemistry after  Cyril Wood, from 1958-1969: I worked as a Christian and as a scientist.)
        For an older generation who had travelled further, Alfred  Hoyle described his special place: Lake Titicaca in the Andes: ‘This is my  place of complete relaxation, a place of peace, quiet and solitude - a complete  rejuvenation -especially in winter as the lake is deserted. The water is deep  blue, still, with just a whisper of a breeze. I am physically, mentally and  spiritually refreshed. Once a wild deer slipped quietly into the water just a  few feet away. It swam to a nearby beach, shook itself and started feeding on a  leafy tree’. At other times Alfred would take fish such as rainbow trout from  the lake. Perhaps best described as a ‘thin place’ where heaven and earth are  very close.
          
          For some it was fishing in a nearby river, which formed memorable occasions,  leaving school behind. It was this open air life at St Bees which Norman Hudson  remembers. It gave him the opportunity to get up into the hills to fish in  Ennerdale and in adjoining rivers. The silence of the hilltops with only the  buzz of passing bees, or the sound of moving water breaking it, was another  world. They provided a form of sanctuary, found within a bicycle ride’s  distance, and uplifted the spirits - ‘almost spiritual’ as some were to say.  Norman was to find many wild places of a similar nature which uplifted his  spirits. Many churches, such as tin shack churches in Madagascar or St Lucia,  exuded vitality and a real sense of a super-natural power – ‘thin places’, as  Norman said. Yet he really remembers St Bees from the places of beauty and  tranquillity nearby.
        A number of OSBs told me their special places were in the  Orkneys.
        Alastair often goes to Orkney for both work and pleasure.  His favourite place of all time is to sit on the cliffs at Yesnaby on Mainland  and gaze out to sea, knowing the next stop is the east coast of the USA. The cliffs  are sheer, the stone is yellow and the wind can be just terrible- yet it is  mainly so relaxing! His other favourite place is over the Churchill Barriers  looking down on Scapa Flow. Alastair and his wife are now still active as  archaeologists, living in a medieval village in Galloway – perhaps a long  stone’s throw from St Bees.
        Bill Roberts, one of my colleagues at St Bees, also finds  something special in the Orkneys or Shetland. He and his family went to St  Ninian’s and walked across the tombola to where there were the remains of an  old chapel - and felt this uncanny, heightened awareness. ‘Not the only time I  have felt something almost spiritual,’ said Bill, who wrote a poem describing  his feelings at St Ninian’s Hoard.
        Chris Pellant also wrote about special places in North  Scotland: Achmelvich in Sutherland, and also in Inverkirkaig. Unusually,  although I can personally identify with this, his special place was in Leeds  General Infirmary, after he had been diagnosed with bowel cancer. Before the  operation the professor of surgery talked about the possible prognosis. ‘The  worst was that I may only have three months left, but may be cured. When I had  left the ward I lay and thought things over and almost at once had a weird  feeling of calm and peace and knew that I’d be cured and be OK.’ So, though not  a special place like a mountain top or tranquil river bank, the experience then  was almost spiritual and certainly life-changing.
        One or two OSBs, such as John Hargreaves, wrote about  practising mindfulness meditation, which had heightened spiritual awareness ‘in  a more general, non-religious way’. John had been a very keen A Level chemistry  student and an excellent prefect on Meadow House.
          
          It was George Robson who chose Old Bewick Church as his special place, four  miles south of Chillingham Castle. It is a real ‘thin place’ where time stands  still. Old Bewick is located below a remarkably high and steep hill, which has  atop it an ancient British hillfort. It is surrounded with ancient trees and  just breathes history, serenity and a nearness to God. George also mentions  Holy Island and Iona as further special places, which were very peaceful, yet  often awe-inspiring. 
        So many found ‘places of presence’ in the hills and  mountains, streams and waterfalls of the Lakes. I have a photo of Dacre Watson  on the top of Great Gable on one of our ‘Three-quarter days’. There was often a  spiritual dimension, which they couldn’t put into words. They were reluctant to  attribute it to the Holy
        Spirit, as up to that point they hadn’t believed in God,  but perceived there to be a presence they had not known before (despite  compulsory daily chapel!). This wonder of heaven and earth being very close  came from their own experience. For many it was music which provided special  times and places – choir under Donald Leggatt or chamber music for William Alp,  Robert Clerey or John Coles.
        After exploring special places with fellow pupils from my  own school in Newcastle, I found I became overwhelmed just by people I met on  the way, my dentist, barber, musicians, even boxers. Then one day I was turned  round by talking to Darren, the British Gas engineer who had come to mend our  boiler. We got talking in the garage, Darren and I. He had experienced the  wonder of mountain tops, Scafell and Striding Edge as well as looking down from  the nearby Roseberry Topping and High Cliff. These were ‘thin places’, almost  spiritual. If the ‘spirit’, as he was happy to call this presence, was present  from mountains to lakes and rivers, then it must be everywhere – even in this  garage! We were struck by the thought, as if knowing it for the first time. The  Holy Spirit is indeed everywhere! This was confirmed by others such as Jamie  the builder and people I began to meet further on the way.
        A journey into the presence of the Spirit and finding the  reality of the Spirit?
        This set me really wondering about the presence of the  Holy Spirit in everything, including St Bees’ sport, music, craftwork  etc. Even TA (Tom) Brown was ‘excited by the poetry’, as he cheered the fine  moves of the 1st XV rugby team.
        I was later to meet the presence on a plane over the  Atlantic, and was given the gift of healing. It was a future student, Josh,  healed from dark spirits, who affirmed, ‘I’ve more proof of the Holy Spirit  than of new theories in ten dimensions!’”