I remember one of the many days we skived off school. We were about 14 or 15. Me, sis and my best mate Sally. The Valley Gardens in Harrogate was one of THE best places to hide out when you were supposed to be in school.
This particular day we were on the edge of the pinewoods and for some reason our awful beige school socks were wet. They were hanging damply from a tree and we were sat on our hated brown school blazers.
Then we spotted him. The wanker. Getting his rocks off behind a tree a few feet away.
We exploded. Absolutely howling with laughter. There were three of us and one of him. We were fierce and informed him it was the smallest thing we’d ever seen. He ran away into the woods and we had a brilliant story to tell when we went back to school the next day.
Perhaps it was the socks?