We stamped the Hadrian's Wall Path Passports ourselves outside the Sands Sports Centre - it was a drizzly dour morning - lean tee shirted figures brooded in the riverside park -
Gazing at the bleak hull of the Centre, I felt again my boyhood loathing of Physical Education lessons - I smelt once more the smell of plimsolls - I heard the cruel banter in the juddering showers -
We lingered, however, for a while over cappuccinos and pastries - I avoided looking at the dancing leaping women in the Zumba class - they would tear me to pieces I thought, if I ventured inside -
Alyson and Julia told more stories about their childhoods - I wished that I'd had a raffish grandmother who shook her fist at the News -
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14 July 2014
South Sands Sports Centre
Carlisle
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