Words, Words, Words, Words

I don't have any very specific first day memories. Just a general impression of a new smell, crisp clean uniform shirts, the unfamiliar swish of a skirt after wearing trousers and shorts all summer, the early morning light on the hills across the harbour, bubbling impatience, and heat. The first few days, which always tend to merge in my memory, are imbued with the impression of hot sunshine and insect noise. They tie closely to my memories of the days at the end of the school year; long, hot days with very little in the way of actual schoolwork.