Revisting my primary school where I wrote my first ‘book’ made me feel ALL the emotions, including anger…


This weekend I went along to celebrate the 50 year anniversary of my former primary school, with a set of my books to donate to the staffroom and a heart full of gratitude for the teacher who encouraged me to write.


Mr Townsend made a huge impression on my seven-year-old self. Never confident, I could usually be found curled in the corner of the library reading a book. He encouraged me to write my own stories. Patiently reading them, offering kind words and constructive advice. It was him I turned to when I penned my first novel – all seven pages of it which I’d illustrated and had stuck together with sellotape and love. ‘The Fabulous Five’, in no way ripped off from Enid Blyton.

**totally and blatantly ripped off from Enid Blyton**

We were allowed to check out one library book each week but, but always a fast reader, and incredibly careful with the pages, treating the books like the precious treasure they were,  Mr Townsend allowed me to borrow as many as I wanted to. He wisely said ‘the key to learning to write stories is to read as many as you can’ and those words have always stayed with me.


I was thrilled my two favourite childhood books were still here (albeit newer editions)

It was emotional being back at primary school, trailing through the still familiar classrooms with my sister who had been in a different year to me, sharing memories, trading stories and occasionally disagreeing over whose classroom we were currently standing in (well we are sisters – there has to be a little conflict).


The 70’s have such happy memories, it’s made me more determined to write a nostalgic novel one day.


As I stood in the original 1960’s floor with its parquet flooring I remembered the smaller me who had sat crossed legged, listening to stories while drinking her free bottle of milk, dreaming of the day she’d be an author – writing those stories and I felt something else. A fleeting moment of anger for all that came after. The secondary school where I was told it was ridiculous to think I could forge a writing career. Who gradually tore apart my dreams, and replaced them with the ‘achievable and realistic goal’ of working in an office.


It took me a long time to find the courage, the confidence to pursue writing again and, with over a million book sales so far, I’m so grateful I did.

Mr Townsend’s support is something I’ve held on to for a long time, and I was sad not to see him at the reunion. I wanted to thank him for believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself.

Primary schools are instrumental in shaping us in the people we are ultimately going to be, the people we want to be. I’m thankful mine was so nurturing.


I’m 3rd row down on the right with the wonky collar – upset I’d just had my long hair cut off.



7 thoughts on “Revisting my primary school where I wrote my first ‘book’ made me feel ALL the emotions, including anger…

  1. I think our primary schools were always such happy places of learning and encouragement.
    Even though i was not in the top set, and was not expected to fly high, i still loved every day.
    As a primary school teacher now i feel so sad when i see so many teachers loosing faith in themselves which has a knock on down to the children.
    It is all about standards, marking, grades…
    I always love it when i see children using their imagination, (teachers too) when they are allowed.
    I liked secondary school too but it was then much more about learning and exams… oh and boys! (Ha ha)

  2. The world needs more teachers like Mr Townsend; but schools also need more freedom to encourage children to fly. I remember lessons being taken outside if the sun came out, without having to do a risk assessment or get parental permission. I don’t want to sound like an old fogey, but I do think it’s such a shame that teachers are hamstrung by legislation at every turn. My ‘Mr Townsend’ was Mrs Hudson, who put me in for my English O-level early. I’ve never forgotten her.
    As for senior schools: well, my son was told he was throwing away his future by choosing not to go to university but instead to follow his music dreams. ‘No one makes a living as a drummer,’ he was told. Well, he’s proving them wrong.

    • Indeed you are so right.
      Having gone through a difficult bullying experience, as a teacher, I wondered if I was a good teacher.
      The words of my daughter ring in my ears.
      “Mum you are an inspirational teacher which is why the children love you!”
      Well I hope that is right,
      As a supply teacher the Lego Lady is always greeted with happy smiles and excitement … but of course we get on with the work set.
      Lego Lady; Bus Lady; Author!
      Many hats and many children who want to know more!

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