After Hod Hill, we decided to pay a visit to Bryanston, which more than any other institution put its stamp on me – paradoxically enabling me to cultivate a spirit of independence. Having made ourselves known, we had the run of the place and the grounds, which was rather extraordinary.
One of the real pleasures was to see the geodesic dome by the Science block. I was at Bryanston with, among others, Ian Keay, who eventually would be our best man. He used to build geodesic domes out of matchsticks, and helped spark my interest in Buckminster Fuller, who I would meet a decade or so later in Reykjavik. Huge changes in the place, but, reassuringly, it still feels pretty much the same.