One last playtime
It was Geoffrey who had found it, so it was
always his den. He guided David down an
alley between two rows of shops, along an overgrown path and through a broken
fence panel into the secret world. The
sun scorched the ground and there was a smell of grass and creosote in the
abandoned yard. A few houses overlooked
it but there was no main entrance the boys could find. It looked like a bombsite and, as it was only
fifteen years after the war, it probably was.
There were piles of building materials, bricks, tiles and sand. Nettles and cow parsley grew nose high
everywhere. Butterflies and bees flitted
around them. It would be their secret summer
hideout.
Geoffrey showed David around the
kingdom. He was the taller boy, a tassle
of ginger hair and freckles all over his face gave him a look of Swallows and
Amazons. David, still in shorts, a
constant embarrassment, and a recent haircut by his mother made him look even
younger than his eleven years. Geoffrey’s long trousers and height confirmed
him as the leader. Geoffrey showed David
the Headquarters. A broken down
greenhouse with most of the glass gone but it would serve well as den HQ. Geoffrey had found some old paint tins for
seats and the boys sat to plan their last summer together. Geoffrey was signed up for the local
Secondary Modern School and David was going to Christ’s Hospital, a boarding
school in Sussex. But that was six whole
weeks away.
Through the summer weeks the boys met at
the yard almost daily. They reenacted
battles, made sorties out to the corner shop for supplies of sweets and grog
and made the yard their Shangri-La. As
the weeks wound on they explored the far corners of the yard, dragging back logs
and broken fence panels to serve the games they played. Geoffrey would mostly be the leader, but
occasionally would let David take over, particularly on dangerous missions
where a lone soldier was needed to rescue the platoon. If it was Dan Dare then David would be Digby,
Dan’s assistant, and together they defeated Mekon and the evil Treens.
The last Saturday afternoon came. The boys met as usual at the yard but neither
felt like starting the game. The
unspoken truth that this would be their last day together hung over them
like a cloud. Tomorrow David would be going with his parents in their car down
to Sussex. Geoffrey had been at his new
school all week. He was already
different and distant. They kicked around for a bit without speaking, then
David picked up a roof tile from a pile and threw it hard at the wall. It made a pleasing smash. Another followed and soon both boys were
fully engaged. ‘Here’s for you Mrs
Jackson’. Crash. ‘Here’s for you Green Glass Goblin.’ Smash. ‘Here’s for you
Mekon and the Treens’. The boys laughed as their enemies were reduced to rubble
in the growing pile of broken tiles.
They didn’t say goodbye, just parted at the
end of Geoffrey’s road. David had to
call at the flower shop on the way home.
Miss Heathcote had something for him.
The bell shook on the door as he pushed into the overpowering sweetness
of the shop where he had worked on Saturday mornings, delivering flowers for
weddings. A tin of Quality Street
chocolates and a card with a ten shilling note awaited him. ‘Good luck in your new school’. He waited while Miss Heathcote fussed her
goodbyes and left as soon as he could with the tin under his arm and ten
shillings in his shorts pocket.
Coming in through the backdoor, David knew
someone else was there. His mother was
usually in the kitchen but he could hear her in the lounge, speaking with the
voice she used for important visitors.
There was someone else there. A
man’s voice. David tiptoed to the lounge
door, waited, then opened it. On the
sofa, his helmet beside him, sat a policeman.
The man who owned the yard had reported the
damage and the boys had been recognised.
David was in trouble again. This
time it was a serious warning. By a real policeman. The ten shillings was
sacrificed to help pay damages for the man’s loss. Geoffrey was blamed and banned. The following day, David was taken in the
family black Rover to his new boarding school. It felt like punishment for all
his past deeds, and he would always be angry with the place.
All the best from a road near you,
Mr Alexander