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Too Cool for School
When truancy goes wrong
It was way too sunny to spend the day cooped up in a classroom. Having been raised on comics in which characters often played truant to go on fishing trips or similar adventures, I decided to emulate them. I went into school to get my attendance mark on the register, and then I sneaked off.
As I walked along a farm track that led down to the riverside, the noise of the traffic behind me faded out, to be replaced by a much sweeter sound; the song of a skylark. I was reminded of a line from Blake’s poem The Schoolboy, which we had recently studied in English class.
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet company!
For this particular fourteen-year-old schoolboy, smoking, exploring and mischief making were on the timetable that day.
Keeping a Low Profile
I decided to walk to the town of Bedlington, some three miles away on the other side of the river. Here I would go unrecognised by the locals; an important factor, as a previous truancy trip had come unstuck when I was spotted in my home town by a friend of my mother’s, and she didn’t hesitate to snitch.
I made my way along the riverside walk and through the maintenance tunnels of the huge iron railway bridge that spans the…
