Over the Wall

It happened like this. We were coming back from the skate park when Jack noticed a very old - and surely no longer used - door in the wall that defends the Western Infirmary from the main road. The door itself is quite blippable, but at 5pm would have entailed walking backwards into heavy traffic.

'Do you want to know what's on the other side?' I asked. 'Oh, yes,' he said, panting, already at the age of five a disciple of wmud who captured this side of the staff car-park to considerably greater effect back in February.