Crunching our way along the gravel drive at 21 Canterbury Road one hot Saturday afternoon in the summer of 1950, my mother and her 10 year
old son came across a chap in overalls and battered boots tending a garden bed in front of the main building ‘Ardmara’. “Good day, we’ve come to see the principal”, began my mother. With a broad smile the gardener stood and replied, “Please follow me”. We continued towards the left of the building, past the glazed conservatory to a door which we all entered. Once inside, he remarked in a soft and friendly tone, “I am Brother Nilus, the principal. How may I help you”?