No Escape

I took this photograph on Akroyd Place, Halifax. There clearly is no escape. Almost seventy years ago, just behind this building, there were some old swimming baths which we would be taken to, by bus, from our Junior School for swimming lessons. At the time, not being able to swim, I used to dread these occasions. As we were escorted off the bus I would try to hide in the old courtyard to avoid the ordeal. The teachers always found me. There was, clearly, no escape.