grounds of the Old Parish Church.
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MARVEL #2 earlier that morning, and, later, SUPERMAN
#251 en route to the village. Now, in the kind of hall that spoke
was probably the first time I'd owned a complete copy of that par-
ticular Terrific, a weekly which had been launched five years
earlier and graced the shelves for a mere 43 issues.
the jumble sale, I wandered around to the back of an adjacent,
nigh-derelict building which adjoined the local, centuries old public
house next to the church (and overlooked the graveyard). It was an
inquisitive boy's delight, and a week or so later, under the dark velvet
canvas of the star-kissed heavens, myself and a friend were crawling
across the roof of the pub, and even using the exterior, cast-iron fire-
escape staircase to gain access to the back 'courtyard' below. This
location became the source of surreptitious exploration every so
often over a period of two or three years and holds many
happy memories for me.
old pub next to the final resting place of long-gone local 'worthies',
who had doubtless quaffed many a flagon of ale centuries before in
Interestingly, I occasionally visit the upstairs lounge bar for a
soft drink and a bag of crisps, and have done for many a year now.
It's an odd sensation to think, while sitting there, that I'm under the
very roof I once crawled over as a 14 year old lad so very long ago.
I sometimes wonder if any modern-day counterparts of me and my
pals have ever retraced our footsteps (and handprints) in the years
since we first braved the slates, but it's unlikely. The building at
the back of the pub is now residential and access to the roof
can no longer be obtained through its grounds.
For an earlier mention of my rooftop adventures, click here.