I was in the first year of my junior school & our teacher was Welsh, she was one of those loved by her class & we were very proud to be in Miss Morgan's children. She wasn't in our classroom when we went back after lunch on that awful day, the school secretary met us & said we had to go to the hall, all four years were there, we were told about what had happened & asked to pray. Miss Morgan then walked onto the stage & sang Land Of My Fathers in Welsh & without any accompaniment, that beautiful anthem reduces me to tears every time. Fifty years later, & with a class of my own, it was my turn to do a house assembly & I chose to tell them about the disaster, what I didn't expect was that Ofsted would be in school that day, the head asked me to do it & said she's be in with us. I did it & controlled the lump in my throat; at the end the inspector told me that he couldn't have got through my talk & thanked me, something these people never do, I was also pleased that the inspectors mentioned the assembly & the students' response in their report.