Coordinates: 51°11′55″N 0°16′35″E / 51.1987°N 0.2764°E / 51.1987; 0.2764
Tonbridge (pronunciation and historic spelling Tunbridge) is a market town in the English county of Kent, with a population of 30,340 in 2007. It is located on the River Medway, approximately 4 miles north of Tunbridge Wells, 12 miles south west of Maidstone and 29 miles south east of London. It belongs to the administrative borough of Tonbridge and Malling (population 107,560 in 2001).
The town was recorded in the Domesday Book 1087 as Tonebrige, which may indicate a bridge belonging to the estate or manor (from the Old English tun), or alternatively a bridge belonging to Tunna, a common Anglo-Saxon man's name. Another theory suggests that the name is a contraction of "town of bridges", due to the large number of streams the High Street originally crossed.
Until 1870, the town's name was actually spelt Tunbridge, as shown on old maps including the 1871 Ordnance Survey map and contemporary issues of the Bradshaw railway guide. In 1870, this was changed to Tonbridge by the GPO due to confusion with nearby Tunbridge Wells, despite Tonbridge being a much older settlement. Tunbridge Wells has always maintained the same spelling.
Coordinates: 51°12′00″N 0°16′35″E / 51.200070°N 0.276450°E / 51.200070; 0.276450
Tonbridge School is an independent day and boarding school for boys in Tonbridge, Kent, England, founded in 1553 by Sir Andrew Judd (sometimes spelled Judde). It is a member of the Eton Group, and has close links with the Worshipful Company of Skinners, one of the oldest London livery companies. It is a public school in the specialised British sense of the term.
There are currently about 800 boys in the school, aged between 13 and 18. The school occupies a site of 150 acres (607,000 m²) on the edge of Tonbridge, and is largely self-contained, though the boarding and day houses are spread through the town. Since its foundation the school has been rebuilt twice on the original site.
The Headmaster since 2005 is Tim Haynes, previously Headmaster of Monmouth School and Deputy Master at St Paul's School.
The Good Schools Guide describes the school as "truly excellent". It is one of only a very few of the ancient public schools not to have turned co-educational, and there are no plans for this to happen.
Plot
At the start of World War II, Cmdr. Ericson is assigned to convoy escort HMS Compass Rose with inexperienced officers and men just out of training. The winter seas make life miserable enough, but the men must also harden themselves to rescuing survivors of U-Boat attacks, while seldom able to strike back. Traumatic events afloat and ashore create a warm bond between the skipper and his first officer. Atmospheric sea footage.
Keywords: based-on-novel, battle-of-the-atlantic, battle-strategy, british-seaman, convoy, corvette, deep-sea, depth-charge, ealing, gibraltar
Monsarrat's brilliant best seller comes surging to life
Lt. Cmdr. Ericson: [as Narrator] For us the Battle of the Atlantic was becoming a private war. If you were in it, you knew all about it. You knew how to keep watch on filthy nights, and how to go without sleep, how to bury the dead, and how to die without wasting anyone's time.
Tallow: If anyone else makes a noise, I'll have his guts for a necktie.
Capt. Ericson: Steady as she goes, Number One.
Lockhart: Sir, reports from HQ say that there are five U-boats in this area.::Capt. Ericson: Five? It was good of them to tell us!::Lockhart: [Later that evening] Now they say there are nine U-boats operating around this area.::Capt. Ericson: Nine? Good grief, we must be very popular this evening!
Bennett: Snorkers! Good-oh!
Capt. Ericson: [opening lines as narrator] This is a story of the Battle of the Atlantic, the story of the ocean, two ships, and a handful of men. The men are the heroes; the heoines the ships. The only villain is the sea, the cruel sea that man has made more cruel.
Lockhart: [at the mess table] Getting rattled, John?::Morell: Well, whatever we do, these damn U-boats seem to get through the screen every time. We lost almost half our convoy and an escort and are almost two days from Gibralter.::[he gags with disgust;]::Morell: It's an odd thing to think if nothing else happens, this is probably the worst convoy in the history of sea warfare.::Lockhart: [trying to be comforting] Something to tell your grandchildren.::Morell: Yes, indeed, in fact, if you can guarantee I will have grandchildren, I shall recover my spirits immediately.::Baker: But how can he guarantee you'll have grandchildren?::Morell: [angrily] Well, if they're as stupid as you are, I hope I don't have any!::Baker: [taken aback at the outburst] Oh, I say...::Baker: [he eats without further response]
Lockhart: [after a battle] Are you all right?::Capt. Ericson: No, I don't mind telling you I'm not!
Capt. Ericson: [after choosing a battle strategy that has cost lives] I had to do it!::Lockhart: Anyway, it's all in the report.::Capt. Ericson: It was my fault!::Lockhart: I... I identified it as a submarine. If anyone murdered those men, I did.::Capt. Ericson: No one murdered them - it's the war, the whole bloody war! We've just got to do these things and say our prayers at the end.
Watts: [repairing the engine] Come to see the fun, sir? It won't be long now.::Morell: Fine, chief, but the captain's a little worried about the noise. Could you do anything to... tone it down a bit?::Watts: Pretty well finished now, sir. We're just flabbin' up the nuts. Could you hear the hammerin' up top?::Morell: Hear it? There were U-boats popping up from miles around complaining about the racket.