His Excellency Vice Admiral Sir David Steel, Governor of Gibraltar, visited Loreto on Wednesday 10th April.

He joined FS 2, Year 1 and Year 2 in Chapel where the children said prayers, sang a song and presented him with a collage of the Rock. From Chapel, he went to the Outdoor Learning Facility where Nursery 2 children were very busy making ‘ice cream’ in the mud kitchen!!
Sir David then planted an orange tree to commemorate his visit, assisted by House Captains.
Year 6 pupils recited poetry for him – ‘The Road Not Taken’ by Robert Frost and ‘If’ by Rudyard Kipling, which happens to be his favourite poem.

Our Nursery children were waiting to greet HE on the playground, waving flags and shouting “Hello, Mr Governor”! They also presented him with a fingerprint picture.
Upper Primary Choir and the Loreto Ensemble performed for Sir David in the school hall. He described the short concert as “amazing”.

In a letter received this morning, he says:-
There is an energy in your school that is evident to all visitors. That energy is produced by your completely amazing teaching team, who inspire every pupil in equal measure. I am in no doubt at all that, for each pupil who passes through Loreto Convent, it is the school that will always remain their alma mater…
I am incredibly proud of the association you have allowed me wit Loreto Convent and I commit myself in whatever way I can to promoting its standing and the principles under which it was established by its foundress, Mary Ward.

We all look forward to continuing our association with Sir David and to welcoming him back to Loreto in the future.

If— BY RUDYARD KIPLING

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!