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Chapter 3 / Houses

door bursts open and a hapless individual rushes out laughing,

only to meet the gimlet gaze of his Housemaster.

A few minutes before the end of normal prep, the bell

sounds and all the pupils rush up to the games room, where

a mountain of meat has been laid out. Within seconds, the

sausages are consumed and the drinks glugged down. All

celebrate the combined efforts of the glorious team and the

cups are ceremonially placed back in the cabinet.

The prefect then starts the process of getting the

younger boys to go to bed. Teeth are brushed, nightwear

donned and lights extinguished. All is now immediate

silence. The Tutor reports back to the Housemaster that

all is well. After a sustained period of e-correspondence

the Housemaster shuffles into his House to remind himself

what his wife looks like and then carefully sets his alarm

in order that he can be awoken the next day by the same

penetrating sound … and so ends a typical day in the life of

the modern-day Field House!

Richard Murray

Housemaster, Field House (C)

Field House (C)

My precious sleep is rudely interrupted by the penetrating

sound of my iPhone, its nauseating jingle heralding the

beginning of another day. As consciousness slowly returns I

am suffused with a sense of ecstasy as I remember that I am

the Housemaster of Field House and that in 20 minutes’ time

I will be beginning my daily routine of waking the inhabitants

up. I pass from silent room to silent room, my presence

provoking sounds redolent of the farmyard. The grunting

presences appear 45 minutes later, now clothed, more or

less, in School uniform. Having called out their names (more

monosyllabic responses) I remind them of the race later in the

day. The pride of Field House then return to their rooms to

collect their books and files for the morning’s lessons.

Throughout the School can now be heard the inspiring

sound of the Field House pupil at work – quadratic equations

are cracked, battles explained and poems recited.

After a light lunch, we assemble again in the dayroom, all

pupils now dressed in the light-blue colours of Field House.

The Sports prefect ensures that all are present and I recite

some moving phrases reminiscent of elements of Churchill’s

1940 speeches; the Assistant Housemaster parades last year’s

cups, which we have, naturally, in our possession, and

everyone takes an oath to ensure that they will return again to

their natural home by the close of day.

I put on my boots and walk down to the starting line on

the lower pitches, to see a crowd of light-blue shirts bunched in

front of the massed ranks, and when the retort of the Warden’s

pistol is heard, a stream of turquoise is seen rushing on before.

An anxious wait of about half an hour ensues, as the pride of St

Edward’s does battle with the watery environs of Port Meadow,

a monster which can claim running shoes and careless limbs.

Eventually an athlete is spotted on the horizon; I peer into the

distance and pray that the front runner is wearing the right

colour. My breath catches and

then I see it for sure – light

blue – all is right with the world

– waves of Field House runners

surge forwards – the trophy

cabinet waits expectantly; ‘O

frabjous day!’ I phone up the

matron to give instructions for

the oven to be turned on – a

traditional feast, that celebratory

ritual beyond compare, is

clearly in order.

The pupils settle down to

do their prep, all working in

their own rooms except for the

Shells who work at the School’s

only remaining horseboxes

under the careful supervision

of their Tutor. I walk round the

House, inspecting the corridors

to see that all the scholars are

hard at work. Occasionally a

Far left: Field entrance.

Left: Richard Murray,

Housemaster.

Below: The Royal Wedding

– patriotic fervour reigns

supreme.

Bottom: Dinner with Corfe

– happy revellers.

Far left: Lobby cricket rules.

Left: Will Fish, Alex Holding

and Angus Atkinson play

Lobby cricket.

Below left: The Shell year

group with the Lobby Rock

and other Field House

impedimenta.

Far left: Future Head

of House Ollie Smith

competing in the 24-

hour Run.

Left: Pupils at work

in the Field House

horseboxes.

Right:The opening of a

classroominZimbabwe

in 2011, built using

funds raised by Field

House, following

24-hour running and

football events.