Father James...

Wandering around Uppingham School, I popped into the chapel, just after a service had finished, and had a chat with Father James, a young chaplain with a puppyish enthusiasm for the school. Later, having got all the pix I wanted, I was collared by the bursar, who reminded me that the school grounds were private property. After we’d exchanged ’a few words’ he sent me to the headmaster to be beaten. It was just like old times.

Father James striding across the quad...