Bury St Edmunds


Getting dark near closing in the park of the abbey ruins I enter the recreation ground. It has been raining off and on, all the children are gone and I am tempted by the swings, things I spent hours on when my trousers went no lower than my knees. A small go would do no harm I decide. Settled into the ride and aware that I am breaking the rules I prepare for the possible appearance of a hostile parkie. Why shouldn’t I be here? I’m no more danger to the apparatus than ten stone three of heavyweight child might be! How strict is the authorised age-range anyway? If you’re one second past fourteen does that mean you’re banned? And if I had a mental understanding age of nine maybe that would be fine, would it, eh? Some way off a figure rounds the corner with some keys, before the shape gets any bigger I spill from the still swinging swing and scarper for the trees.


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