Old School

Nothing to do with this photo being produced in some strangely antiquated but worthy manner, like film or that, it's just that; my old school.

At least, it's the street my old primary school's in. The wall heading down the right of the street here surrounds the playgrounds I spent the first 7 years of my education in, as well as participating in numerous extra curricular extra-curricular activities (dead-man's fall, missy, dodge-ball, kiss-cuddle-and-torture... all the classics).

Despite the school being a Saint - St. Serfs - it wasn't a caflick school. No, we were most certainly Pope-dodgers round these parts. It was only when we moved on to secondary school and people assumed we were catholic because we'd been at a Saint-whatever school did I even see that this was a reasonable assumption to make.

Passing there tonight I also realised that, as well as being blind to religious segregation in schools, I also didn't notice at the time what a great view we had. Sometimes these things take a wee while to sink in, and sometimes it's worth letting other things just wash on over.