Biro on Paper


I remember the secret space in the middle of our high back privet hedges. We could climb into it and up through the trimmed top to see if it was 'safe' to cross the Vicars fields at the back. In the summer the hedge was thick enough to walk on and clamber onto the garage roofs at the back of the local shops, although usually had to explain to mum about where the scratches on my legs came from.