When I first walked through the doors of Brockwood Park School, I thought: “I would love to have attended a place like this.” My first impressions were of a large living/dining room space, with wood stove roaring, a boy strumming on a guitar in one corner, a girl playing piano in another, and a small group snuggled and chatting around the fire. There were others lounging on sofas reading the International Herald Tribune or playing chess together. It was just like an extended family, a home-away-from-home. And the whole scene exuded an atmosphere of congeniality, relaxation and self-confidence.
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