A cornucopia of delightful memories fill my mind when I dwell upon the golden timeframe of that most rewarding chapter of my youth: the fortnight- each day comprised of halcyon moments that dashed so fast, due to the pleasure of those
treasured days- spent at magnificent Charterhouse.
I can scarcely recall how I found that magical place; with its splendid
multifoliate gardens, lustrous acreage of plush grass, gentle horses, proud trees, and
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