I was starting to really look forward to these trips as the teachers, ladies who looked quite elderly to me but were probably only in their thirties or forties, used to sit up on the top of the dunes while we played and explored below. As I walked, with my pal Ian, past them along the beach, I looked up and saw that Mrs McTaggart, who was wearing a baggy grey tweed skirt suit and had a scarf on her head was sitting with Miss Watson who, being younger, was a bit more fashionably dressed in a button through green coloured spotted dress and dark green jacket. 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.