A vast wasteland stands between the two estates. ‘Tibby’; it’s cul de sac of residential houses curls around a small playground. Kids push prams with their hands above their heads.
Through a narrow alleyway you enter the Cracker ;rolling grass lined with blackberries and stinging nettles.
Motorbikes, peds and quads bark loudly. The boys race them until they burn out, perfecting the art of the wheelie. Horses are kept in the back gardens or local stables.
The adjacent side lies ‘The Lost City Estate’. Most of the boys meet at Jack Barrett’s bars (a metal fence that lies to the opening of the field). They perch and exchange stories, cigarettes and zoots alight referring to each other affectionately as ‘Mush’