and started to tear down my barely 50 year old primary school. I reckon
my past will be gone forever. Regular readers will recall me having alluded
to the then-impending prospect a few times over the last couple of years, but
now that the day is finally here, I find myself still not quite able to take it in.
Perhaps when the football pitches and flats which are earmarked for the site
are eventually built, I'll get used to them - but I doubt it. The area as it was
is so ingrained in my consciousness that, whenever I go there in future, it'll
be akin to visiting an alternate universe where most things are the same,
but with glaring differences which are completely disorientating.
then came and collected me in his car so that I could record the event.
Whilst I was snapping away, a rainbow appeared (see photo), seemingly
forming a Bifrost bridge between the old school building and the new one -
as if whatever spirits inhabiting the original were now moving to a new abode.
I couldn't snap the other half of the rainbow over the new school because the
pupils were all observing the demolition from the classroom and hall windows,
and, due to the times in which we now live, a stranger pointing a camera in the
direction of an occupied school runs a strong risk of being regarded with some
suspicion. I therefore contented myself with the object of my attention and
affections - which was all I was really interested in anyway. However,
the connecting rainbow was a memorable moment - for me at least.