The young Master lost in the foot race, but did quite well in the ball-throwing event, in which two teams throw red or white balls into a basket on top of a tall pole.
‘With that kind of control over the ball, he should write his name on the ball before throwing it. He’s bound to get the Outstanding Performance Award,’ the Master said.
The Mistress really looked as though she was enjoying herself that day and seemed to have recovered her good humour. She had always loved festivities and was apparently delighted to be out as a family again for the first time in so long.
Now that I think about it, that autumn in 1940 was when we should all have been watching not just the young Master’s elementary school sports day, but the whole world competing against each other at the Tokyo Olympics. No
