We skip Geography, race to the cliffs and dance incoherent patterns on the roof of a World War Two pillbox. Harry pulls his trousers down and pees over the cliff edge until the wind blows it back onto his legs and the three of us collapse in laughter.
The boys skipped Geography to dance on the WW2 pillbox, until a desperate shout from inside: ‘I’m trapped, please get help.’ ‘We can’t. We shouldn’t be here. We’ll bring food.’ They visited Adam every day for […]