The Trusty Servant May 2015 No.119 | Page 22

NO.119 Obiter Dicta Patrick Leigh Fermor Society Following on from the Wykeham Patrons’ 2014 trip, ‘In the steps of John Pendlebury’, CAL Arnold (F, 56-61), Director, points out that the Patrick Leigh Fermor Society has been formed to bring together the many PLF enthusiasts in this country and around the world. It will organise lectures and other events and plans to publish its journal The Philhellene three times a year. The stated aims of the Society are to promote interest in the life and works of Patrick Leigh Fermor and to support his legacy, including contributing towards the upkeep of his house at Kardamyli. www.patrickleighfermorsociety.org. Brian Biddulph (cont’d) RA Cooper (A, 70-74) remembers: I was pleased to read in TS118 that JR Somes (C, 77-82) still retains and uses the trowel he made in Mill. I too have fond memories of ‘Bugs’ Biddulph’s kind and skilful tuition of this over-cerebral and clumsy young Wykehamist in the craft of metalwork. After the obligatory trowel and tin, an adolescent enthusiasm for Lord of the Rings inspired me to make a silver ring (battlings paid by an indulgent father) and a rosewood-handled paperknife (I wanted a dagger, but that was definitely non licet). Knife, ring and tin have all gone the way of King John’s crown jewels, but I still have the trowel which is six or seven years sen to that of JRS. My enthusiasm for gardening is minimal and my skill even less, but the trowel is just the right size and shape for cleaning out the family home’s frequently- T H E T R U S T Y S E RVA N T blocked drains: so, three or four times a year, it is pressed into a service which it performs manfully. A trusty servant indeed. As does FP Smiddy (K, 67-71): The latest edition of the TS prompted my own belated recollections of Brian Biddulph. I spent many an hour trying to pick up nuggets of wisdom from the man. With him – at least in one instance – it was a case of ‘do as I say, not do as I do’. He would braze, weld or cast something, and pick up the resulting product nonchalantly: when I tried the same there was the unmistakable smell of burning flesh – I have no doubt that Brian had developed asbestos hands over the years! He lacked the guile of his colleague in Mill, David Proctor, who employed a succession of Wykehamists to build his yacht for him under the pretext that they were learning new ‘lamination techniques’! Brian also had the rare benefit, from my viewpoint, of understanding the Northern character. Much missed. John Darling (see obituary) AMF Orange (E, 68-72) fondly remembers JRD: He taught me A-level Physics during 1970-72. We all loved his enthusiasm for the subject, particularly when dialogue was supplemented by memorable demonstration of principle - for example, hurling himself on and off the classroom walls with increasing ferocity, to demonstrate a molecule getting excited as it was heated; or inviting us to spin him around on a rotating platform, to demonstrate moments of inertia. There was equal class delight when his own enthusiasms blended with subject matter: for example on scattering of light – ‘red sky at night, [pause with smile] sailor’s delight!’ His humour also found its way into memorable, Darling-esque statements like ‘if it weren’t for gravity, we’d all be whirling around in Space!’ Whenever he began to talk about one of 22 the great physicists, the class would be on the edge of its seat waiting for his favourite epithet ‘w \