March 21 Approval for hostile land buy out

We were all 17, caught between two worlds not sure we wanted to be adults having seen first hand the mess they made of things and each other.  On friday evenings we'd go down to the dunes and play Colditz in the dark. Most of would run off and hide whilst a guard searched for us by torchlight;  if you were seen you were placed in Colditz and had to wait to be rescued. Later, when it grew cold we'd go to the pub for last orders,  sand in our hair and out of breath. Those of us that looked younger ordered cokes and we'd sit in the snug and sharethe pints of beer. 

On Friday July 31st I was late out so ran straight down to the end of Blakely to where the dunes began and stopped as an unfamilliar shadow crawled towards me.

The end of the road,  the whole area had been boarded up with metal sheeting, I read the words "compulsory purchase" and left to find everyone else.

The following week we went to the pub at 7 and soon after that we went our seperate ways; colleges, work, wives and children. 

I don't feel sand in my hair anymore.

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