Mrs McTaggart, who was eating a sandwich, had her knees up and I was able to see most of her stockings and I thought even her knickers. I couldn’t make out much but I nudged Ian and whispered “Look to your left as we walk back”. We turned around after a few paces and looked again as we went by. This time I kneeled down to pick up something I had pretended to spot and was able to make out that her panties were a pale blue colour and seemed to cover her stocking tops.
Summer school was on the west coast and the school was an old baronial style ‘castle’.
It was very near the beach and most days, weather permitting, we were taken there in the afternoon for field trips.