Sporty memories

It's a very wet Summer morning as I type this weeks entry and that damp air bring backs memories such as having to go out in waterproof macs cos school doesn't stop for rain and we'd more than a mile to walk rather than a minute dash.

Then there was the more practical side of things where the much anticpated outdoors games class was suddenly changed for some indoor pe as it was judged too wet or muddy to be undertaking the planned lessons.

With us there was a groan as we loved our football or rounders.

Then we'd always have an informal kick about during lunch recess until afternoon lessons resumed with the ringing of the bell and lining up in pairs by gender, the latter obession was something personally I never got.

We looked rather like these  boys and we loved it.