At the end of the park sits this long railway tunnel which we would shout and echo our way through on the daily trek to the swimming pool. Passport to Leisure. Cola Cubes. The ‘No Cycling’ sign used to be on a pole and we naturally assumed it meant ‘No Cycling On This Pole’. A rule we would strictly abide by. Oxtail soup. Marathons.
Other exciting things that happened on the other side of the tunnel were the fireworks on Bonfire night and the fair. Frankie said relax and we did as we were told. Waltzers. Wall of Death.
