A childhood memory of junior school cricket, played on a long-gone ground now given over to grazing sheep. That was 100 metres down the road from here: This enigmatic sandstone wall, overgrown with shrubbery has was once a public urinal.
You can just about make out the bricked-up entrance and exit. I wonder if the leaf-filled, mossy urinal trough is still behind the wall? One for future archaeologists, I feel.
It was a useful place to have a pee on the way home after cricket, but it's been bricked up for at least thirty years.
It puzzles me as to why it was thought necessary to have public conveniences in such an incongruous place in the first place.
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