Dear Parents,
It seems like yesterday that I penned Newsletter number 1 at the start of the year and suddenly the last edition needs to be written. This has been a wonderful year for Laura and me. We have loved our time at Clifton and feel privileged and grateful to have been the custodians of this educational gem for the year. The children, unspoiled and wholesome, spontaneous and warm, confident and keen, are special, as are the staff who are dedicated to the nurture and care of our children and our school.
Dear Parents,
It is always fascinating to page through old newsletters and magazines and to read articles about life at Clifton over the years. And so, it was interesting to come across the following sentiments in Headmaster John Forbes Speech Day address in 1982:
Dear Parents,
The end-of-year rush is on us as we prepare for exams, marking, reports, farewells and all the rest. In just fourteen days children will be home and the year will be all over bar the shouting.
Dear Parents,
Clifton saw two significant events last week. The Art Exhibition on Tuesday evening followed by Boeresportdag on Wednesday. Both were wonderful occasions, each very different form the other.
Dear Parents
As the end of the year rushes at us like a steam train we have been applying our minds to the logistics and calendar for 2026. A significant part of the plan is, of course, the renovation of Usher House (boys' boarding). For the first time this year I take delight in inviting parents to view the bathrooms “for the last time” because they will soon be part of the history of the school and the upgraded versions will be a pleasure to behold and use.
Dear Parents,
I hope you are all well as we settle into the final term and enjoy the first hints of summer weather, which made an appearance on Tuesday—if only briefly.
It recently dawned on me that Monday would be my last opportunity to deliver an assembly message, and so we had some fun showing how life is like a muffin.
Dear Parents,
And, before we know it, we are back at school. It is always lovely to hear the excited chatter of children as they meet again before assembly and to welcome everyone back to Clifton. The regular barefoot brigade endured their shoes only for a while, discarding them as soon as they exchanged their Greys for their Reds and Blacks.