Stories of Penn

I've just been able to chat to a few old scholars, who lived in Penn House during their youth: fascinating stories of midnight escapes, scaling the wall, or climbing out the window; regaining consciousness after a football accident when Penn was a sickbay; a gas leak caused by the head of art pinning a poster up into on of the 2 gas pipe systems; smashed windows and raucous firework parties... so many boys and families have both lived or worked in the house. Many have told me of the cold and damp; a lack of heating and York's rain seeping through the walls....
Penn contains an extraordinary amount of history and, as it is now, these memories and feelings seep out into the empty rooms, settling into the old carpet, the cracks and the abandoned wardrobes.