It was the early thirties of the last century in London a long time ago. Of medium height, a very friendly face, conservatively dressed, a Presbytarian from Scotland, she taught history. Among the female staff of spinsters in a girls'school(after WWI, you could not teach if you were married) she was not a school marm, nor was she like the teacher in "The Weakest Link". She taught history because she loved it and she made us love it. The characters she described came to life and the dates of battles became unimportant even though we had to learn them for exams. She encouraged us to read historical novels which I like to this day. I didn't really like school, she made it bearable. When she left to head a school in Australia, I really missed her. I knew no other teachers like her in the school. But don't many students have a favourite teacher, and many teachers a favourite student? I plead guilty to the latter too.