I wonder …
Might church teach
When I was much younger I used to do bell-ringing for a church in Durham City, England. I was taught the ropes (!) by the incumbent chap who had been doing it for years. The tower was a quiet place. Just him and me and the six bells.
St Nicholas church sits in the market place. The window of the bell-tower (below the clock) has a commanding view. Once I had been trained my mentor retired. So I rang the bells alone. And quite often, after ringing two bells (a “dinging” rather than full-throated “ringing”) before the services I would open the window and watch the world below.
I remember one evening a bunch of lads walked into the market place at the same time as another group walked in from the other end. These were…
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