The General Data Protection Regulation

The General Data Protection Regulation is for companies, clubs and associations that gather personal data. Introduced by the EU in April 2016 – enforcement begins 25 May 2018.
In compliance with the above regulation the CVTHS Privacy Policy for website and this blog is as follows:

CVTHS Website & Blog Privacy Policy

1) Right to be Informed
We hold email addresses for those who have elected to allow their details to be published on the CVTHS Register or signed up to receive post notifications on the blog. Your consent was given at the point that you elected to appear on the Register and which you can withdraw from at any time.
We hold only your first and last names, email address, town, county (or state) and country of residence, the years you attended CVTHS and in some cases your web address. This information that you have given us to publish is purely for the interest of other ‘old boys’ and to give them a means of getting in touch without having to ask the administration for details. We also only collect and hold this minimal information for the purposes or remaining in contact with you.
Personal information is not shared outside of CVTHS for any purposes whatsoever. Contact information will never be passed to a third party on their request but your permission sought first.
From 25th may 2018 only information or images that you have expressly given your permission for will be published on the CTVHS website
We have no intention of sharing any personal information at any point in the future with any third parties.
2) Rights of access, rectification, erasure 
You have the right to view the personal information that we hold about you. You also have the right to ask us to correct any inaccurate personal information we hold about you or to delete personal information we currently hold.
If you have any concerns about how your personal information is used, please contact us.
The policy statement can be found here on our website.

Your help on this


We are not lawyers and this statement may not cover all the bases but we would just like to reassure all of our old boys that the website and blog exist purely as a means of old boys keeping in touch whilst continually creating a historical online record of the Cray Valley Technical High School. We do not sell on or otherwise allow third party access to any data we may hold.
If there are any ‘old boy’ lawyers out there who could be of assistance with these new regulations then we would be very grateful for your input!

What was the CVTHS entry criteria?

Mike Cassels Joins Us

Our latest old boy to join the Register is Mike Cassels from Sheffield (1967 – 1972) who emailed us with a query which I am sure somebody will have the answer to:

I’ve just been browsing the CVTHS site and wanted to ask you a quick question please to settle a debate I’ve been having with a few fellow old boys. I started at Cray Valley in 1967, but I don’t think I’ve ever known why I went there or what the process was that took me there. I know I sat the 11 plus exam, but I don’t think I’ve ever known whether I passed or failed it. It’s not a big deal at all and I can’t say I’ve ever been bothered about it but I’m curious. My older brother went to Chislehurst and Sidcup Grammar School and I’ve never really known why some sort of magical sorting hat sent me somewhere else – but maybe it’s a truth I’m better off not knowing! I never asked my parents and unfortunately, it’s now too late.
So my question is whether you know what the entry criteria for the school were around the late 1960s – was it only open to boys who had passed the 11 plus (as my friend Colin Wilkins thinks) or did it have a broader intake?

I can’t see anything that answers this on the history and wondered if you knew.

2018 Contributions

I always hate to mention this but we are now almost halfway through another year,  so may I kindly ask if you would take a few moments to make your 2018 contribution towards the maintenance of our website and blog?

I know from your private emails how much our work is appreciated and that is very satisfying to know, thank you. However, we still very much need your support and you can give this simply by clicking HERE. As always I’ll try not to ask this too often! Thank you all.

You can check your own contribution records HERE.




CVTHS 63 years Montage – £9.99

A few months ago we created a 600 image photo-montage of some of the 3000 images we have in the CVTHS Image Archive, which spans 63 years and offered it as a Limited Edition print on Hahnemühle German etching paper using archival inks and an accompanying Certificate of Authenticty.

Although there are still some Limited Edition copies available there is now another way of having a copy of this image on your wall. For just £9.99 (all profits to the website and blog maintenance), you can download a full-size copy which you can either produce on your own printer or send to a lab for printing onto paper or canvas.

The file is a high-resolution copy and will print with excellent clarity right up to around 33 inches wide. Even if you don’t print out the file you can examine it in close detail on your computer. To download your file in just a few seconds please click HERE or the image above.

Mini Reunions

Reunion of some of class of 5M, 1968 – Brian Coleman, Ken Clark (deceased), Rob Shakespeare and Tony Fleet (now living on Vancouver Island) at the Fighting Cocks, Horton Kirby Circa 2009


What a pleasure it is to meet up again with old school friends, sometimes after not having seen them for 50 years or so? If you do arrange to see an old buddy who you knew at Cray Valley perhaps we can persuade you to arrange a quick snap which we can publish on the Blog and also add to the growing number of images in ‘How We Look Now’ section of the Image Archive.


A ‘mini-reunion’ – John Willis and Colin Cadle meet up in Sevenoaks

In a very rare trip back up to Kent, I met up with old school pal and lifelong friend John Willis and his wife Christina at Bill’s Restaurant in Sevenoaks on Thursday. Our three hours together seemed to go by in minutes but it was great to catch up and reminisce.

Please send your own mini-reunion photos to


If you would like to kindly make your contribution for 2018 please click HERE.



‘Mates Rates’ Holiday Offers


Since starting the blog almost 10 years ago several very kind ex-Cray Valley boys have kindly offered their holiday homes to other old boys at ‘mates rates’. Obviously, there are times of the year which are not so popular and there are no ‘fully paid-for’ bookings which means that apartments and villas can be made available at either a huge reduction in cost or in some cases all the owners are asking for is a nominal fee to cover services and cleaning for the period of your stay.



Some of these previous offers may now be out of date now and new venues have become available. So, if you do have a place which you can offer at a discount to our members perhaps you would kindly let us know and we can publish the details in a future blog post. Please email

Offers in the past have included beautiful villas in the Spanish hills, a house near to Disneyworld, a house in France and even private river cruises.

First offering

In response Max Peacock kindly sent this note:

(Nearly) Always a bed available for those passing through Christchurch (New Zealand). Building an apartment to rent but not available yet.








Class of ’59 South American Reunion

Return of the Famous Five – April 2018



The Class of 59 return for a further reunion, this time in South America, flying to Santiago Chile then taking a cruise ship up the west coast of South America calling at Arica Chile, Pisco Peru, Lima and Callao Peru, Manta Ecuador then through the Panama Canal to Grand Cayman and finally docking at Fort Lauderdale.

The photo was taken on the Celebrity Infinity Cruise Ship on 1 April 2018.From left to right Ian Hunt, Phil Proom, Alan Benn, Andy Daley and myself Ian Chalmers. Celebrating 59 years of friendship since meeting at CVTHS in September ’59. Also acknowledging that all will become 70 years old during the 2017/ 2018 period.


March 2009

The same crew in 2009

Class of ’59, fifty years reunion trip in March 2009 cruising the Amazon and Caribbean. Left to right, Phil “Harry Room” Proom, Alan “Al” Benn, Ian “Louis” Chalmers, Andy “Dales” Daley and Ian “Spanner” Hunt.

World Record

Just to show you we are still on the ball at the CVTHS Website Headquarters – this blog was posted less than 4 minutes from receiving the email from Ian Chalmers!






Richard John Sales (1962 – 1969)

Richard, enjoying the 60th Anniversary Reunion in 2014

Richard Sales

We have just been advised this afternoon of the passing of our friend Richard Sales

Richard John Sales (CVTHS 1962-69)

It is with great sadness that we must announce the passing this morning, Friday 30th March, of our very good friend of many years Richard Sales following an illness.

Graham Mitchell and Hugh Armstrong



Our Poets

Not as good a turnout as I would have hoped for but a few nice pieces nevertheless. In response to my request for your poems here are a few from Mark Head and Malcolm Davis with a little ‘top-up’ from myself to make up the numbers.


The Pike by Malcolm Davis


Malcolm Davis

“If you’d asked for sporting achievements I’d have nothing at all to offer.  I was a duffer but I did write poem while in the 1st year, age 11 (probably during a German lesson) and naturally it was about my preoccupation at that time – fishing. I sometimes still spell ‘decieved’ incorrectly”.


Mark Head


Well, I have a few Poems ‘what I have wrote’ from the past and near present. I had one published in The Rook in 1968 Entitled ‘Lone Survivor’.

You may remember the news tale of the day of the sinking of the fishing vessel ‘Ross Cleveland’ in Icelandic waters during a ferocious storm. Just one survived. It was a terrible story, worthy of any Icelandic Saga.


‘Lone Survivor’ by Mark Head


More recently, I have written poetry in times of trouble and of joyful times – here are four attached – the first was in the 90’s recession when I was working 60 hrs a week helping to keep the firm afloat. It was a horrible time. The first poem, written in 2000 and called ‘Drudgery’s Redress’  is very metaphysical – that’s me, I am afraid! I love the metaphysical poets of the 17th century, particularly Herbert and Herrick. The last line reflects on a spiritual theme, particularly.


Where should I find the course to drudgery’s redress?
Where lays its warm, clear current, that soothing stream?
If I came upon it would I know its softening gleam?
Would it pass me by, through my busied foolishness?
To lave some other, more discerning soul
Who keeps a vigil for his heartfelt dream?

What hope have I to find that my work’s addressed?
To dream without the nightmares of the toiling hour,
Remorselessly abundant in their nocturnal dower;
To awake from sleep without a tightening breast,
Released from those same dutiful cares
Taken all too heavily to my bower.

Yet within my hectic main do lay brief paradises there;
Unctuous moments hang from boughs too high for casual graze,
Too high for a wearied mind, too high for tired eyes to gaze;
Too sweet, too rich, too brief for a famished heart to bear;
A heart too dulled, without a respite from the turning wheel,
Too numbed and cynically inclined for glories to amaze.

Where is this enigmatic flow that warms the ultimate, distant land?
Where are the trade winds that drive this barque to the favoured shore?
Too often and too long the storms that heap up frantic rush afore,
Obscure the way ahead and sight of longed-for far-off strand;
How long, how much is yet to be endured of this unabating grind?
How deep and how sustaining are the rations left in store?

So where and how do I set my sextant against a lowering sky?
How do I set a course through troubled waters cold and deep?
What unhappy dealings shall I encounter, what fortunes shall I reap?
“Turn to the Chart, you foolish man”, I heard from an unrequested cry,
“Look to the Cartographer’s Marks and tell me what you see”;
Things that make my heart to laugh; more, things that make me weep.


The second, written in 2001 after my father’s death, is entitled ‘the Sweetest Cup’ and is overtly Christian in its character. I make no apology for that. It asks the question in each verse ‘is it relevant to me today or is it just a tale of the past’, and speaks of life and death.



Was it many forgotten centuries past
Or by brighter light of yesterday
That the Fruit of Heaven fell to earth
Clothed in humility resplendent?
Perhaps it was just a few short hours
Since that timeless celestial crimson
Upon the hard and bitter earth was spilt;
Or was it just by history attendant?

Was it just in Age’s wrinkles formed?
Or lately upon fresh moments laid
That a Greater Love than heart can tell
Was rent upon a beam impassioned?
Hangs it like a faded talisman
On the hearth of memory’s parlour?
Or an ever fresh, provoking ikon
Of merciful reproach importuned?

Was it far ago a broken reed was mended
And wounded feet impressed a gritty strand,
Or today an enigmatic voice is calling
To a faith that is broken in despair?
Was it then that festal bread was broken
To reveal a rapture once emboundened,
Or even yet that dark, embittered vision
Can be restored to sweet repair?

Shall it come in time’s untrodden march
That a clarion fanfare shall announce
The passing of our earthbound sleeping?
Or but a moment’s passing unveil the bower;
When at last that sallow, hushed cocoon
Shall loose its gossamer custodial wraith
With wings unfurled in metamorphic blaze
To reach th’ethernal nectar-burdened flower?

Come, my life, with fervour meld together,
In the cauldron of my heart’s outworking,
The deeds of far and near times wrought
By the One Eternal Mind endearing;
Truth of Ages in the cleansing fire
Will render down my meagre harvest
To make the wine of mercy’s vintage;
The sweetest cup of perpetual cheering.


The third and fourth are poems of Springtime. One written in 2002 whiles sat in Golden Park north of Leeds, contemplating the sunlight through early shoots. That is entitled ‘Evocation of Spring’. The last is called ‘Ode to a Daffodil’ and was written in 2011 whilst observing the spears of narcissi pushing their way through barren and frozen soil.

Evocation of Spring

Earth rich bequeathed and sweetly smelling,
The verdant eruption of ground-borne vigour;
An antiphon to lately awakened birdsong
Forms the substance of the promise of Summer.

Low rays of sun glinting through acid yellow,
Happy purple nodding gleefully in icy breezes,
Clear-barked frames adorned with last year’s fatness
Awaiting the vernal-chime of their leafy epiphany.

Glossy green medallions of winter-harboured wisdom
Overseeing the re-birth of mortality’s abundant wheel;
Melancholy russet is subsumed by nature’s bosom,
Easter’s mystery revealed in Winter’s bitter passing.



Colin Cadle



Not quite in the same class as the poems above but I wrote this in 1995 just before turning 50 in memory of my childhood days spent on holiday in Whitstable. My heaven was Jaques Arcade just off the seafront where I got my fascination for automata. One, in particular, was a gruesome tableau of a man being read the last rites before being hung. It was called ‘The Execution of Crippen’ but my Dad referred to it as ‘The Shaky Book’ because of the way the tiny priest raised and lowered his bible before the trap door opened and the little prisoner was executed.


A Child’s Execution

Do I wish I’d had a camera, back in fifty-three?
Do I wish I’d taken photographs, so now my friends could see?
Copper coins and ice cream cones and leaving brought on tears
The magic then of Jacque’s Arcade to a child of seven years.

“Please spare some pennies for me Dad
But you’ll have to lift me up”
And within the sound of crashing waves
I’d try the “Lucky Cup”

First penny in, a ball drops out, I spin it round and round
Will it win or will it lose, it makes a whooshing sound?
And then it misses “Lucky Cup”, “You’ve lost that one my son”.
A small face drops, Dad puts me down, and my first penny’s gone.

Another in, three wooden balls, I roll them up the track
I’m only small, not yet strong, they just keep rolling back.
Dad shows me how, and with one flick the ball shoots up the slope
There’s sixty on the scoreboard now, but my score? – not a hope.

One penny left, I reach tiptoe and suddenly it’s gone
Lights start to flash, a motor whirrs and father watches son.
An open door, a man is hanged, his final retribution
It’s stayed with me across the years, that fairground execution.

No, that camera wasn’t needed, way back in fifty three
And I didn’t need those photographs so others now could see
Where Jacque’s once stood, they still bowl balls, but of a different kind
The memory stays, I don’t need snaps, they’re safer in my mind.

But fun costs more than pennies now
There’s death and grown-up fears,
And magic’s now in Life’s Arcade
To this child of fifty years.

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