The Quarry Entrance:
The war memorial in the distance is where wreaths are places on armistice day.
The gateway to the Quarry is at the top of a slight incline where I learned to skateboard when it was still " a new craze" (circa 1970).
As a boy I watched crazy Aussie surfers in Newquay Cornwall U.K cut a roller skate in two and nail the two halves to a plank. They rode this down the hill in front of my Aunts house at dusk after the surf had dropped or it was to dark to see yourself drowning.
I watched this and replicated this when home in Shrewsbury. My sister sure did miss her roller skate but hey, needs must....
Once, I remember sliding through a huge dog turd not far from that memorial. Another guy asked me for a go on my board which I gladly encouraged, knowing the more revolutions that skate made under some one else foot, the less chance there was of myself being sprayed with dog faeces.
I was never to let my Red 50mm Kryps be soiled in that way later in life.
Saturday, 27 February 2010
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