Barry and a few others played Wilberforce Hall at football and after Pete had got up, he and I went in search of them. I’d never been over to the sports fields before; they’re wide and well-kept and sweep down towards the Auditorium about ¼ of a mile away.
The fields were player-less, so Pete and I wandered around and ended up back behind some trees; in the gathering gloom the University was spread before us, a forest of yellow lights nestled precariously in the lap of the valley, the lights of the Teacher Training College visible to our right. An enormous city of learning. How impermanent it all looked. An alien concrete conglomeration amidst the blue-grey dusk of scudding overcast skies, trees and rolling fields.