It's really quite hard to sum up Mr Day! He was terrifying at times but so gentle and kind also. His sense of humour was incredibly dry and it sometimes took a while to realise when something was a wind up. I remember him climbing on mini buses, or anything high, in order to make one of his many speeches but whatever the subject you always made sure you listened. It's not until I left school and started a career (& subsequently a family of my own) that his dedication to Wales High and all the young people within it really hit me. I wish I had half his energy, generosity and commitment and I wish I had a chance to thank him for it. Despite it being 20 years since leaving the school his passing has still caused ripples of shock and sadness amongst my friendship groups. My fondest memories are of the many school camps I attended, particularly climbing Mount Snowden in a blizzard with Mr Day insisting we were all quite capable of reaching the top, only abandoning the treck when he fell quite a distance down the side of the hill himself! I remember him personally tackling local dealers who hung around the school gates in order to protect his students and when that didn't work, chasing them in his car. Mr Day and Mr Morton perfectly complemented each other, the dream team! Mr Day built up my confidence and quite literally showed me the world, whilst Mr Morton (if you are reading this sir!) realised when I was struggling, slipped a Yorkie bar from the vending machine into my hand and said his door was always open. What a school, thank you for everything. Rest in peace Mr Day.