We walked around from British, though I don't remember that being very often.
On Saturdays in the early sixties, if you were in at nine, there wouldn't be enough swimmers to make up the fifteen, so we didn't get turfed until number fifteen had been there for an hour. Sometimes it would be ten or eleven o'clock. Not a bad deal. What was it, a shilling, one and six maybe? The memory can't handle that.
At British, after Mr Wood arrived, there were often events where some kids who were into making things showed their creations off.
For one, they rigged a wire from the far end of the church