Locked In !

Not the blip l thought l would be using today!
We went over to Manchester this morning to go to the National Cycling Centre to see some of our favourite cyclists take part in the Revolution series.
Really enjoyed it but left ten minutes before the end to get back to our designated car park before the football game at the Manchester City ground ended so we wouldn’t be stuck in the aftermath traffic.
We went back the way we had come : through a massive cemetery which the car park attendant had told us was a short cut to the velodrome.
Mr P had remarked earlier on what a huge burial ground it was.
Liked the old gasometer against the fading light so took a quick shot.
Getting really cold and could feel a frost starting.
Got to the other side to find the gate locked.
There were about a dozen people who had also been at the cycling trying to climb the walls, gates and railings to get out.
Found a mound that allowed me to see over the wall and saw it was a ten foot drop!
I knew l couldn’t do it as l have sciatica and nerve damage in my leg so l encouraged Mr P to go over and get the car and meet at the entrance we had come in about half a mile away.
He managed it, only losing a button off his new overcoat.
He agreed l couldn’t attempt it.
Lots of others of all ages also trying to find a way out with no success.
The light was now fading fast and their was no lighting in the graveyard.
Ran back to the original entrance only to find it had also been locked !
Mr P was now on the other side of the iron gate which was about twelve foot high.
He suggested l go back to the wall to try and find any way l could escape. Could find the perimeter because there were street lights there but it was now very dark in the cemetery.
Eventually found a group of people attempting to climb some spiked railings.
I joined the small queue as children were lifted up and handed over the fence.
It came to my turn and at that moment someone had brought two garden chairs that were set up outside a burger van.
We put one chair each side of the fence.
I stood on the chair and had to elevate my leg as high as l could ( l’ m talking about my ankle brushing past my ear here!) over the spikes to balance it on the top of the backrest of the chair on the other side .
Then, with the help of three very kind men managed to climb over.
At that point Mr P came running up and was relieved to see me descending the fence, not in the most dignified manner either!
I thanked my rescuers profusely and we went to the car and made a hasty getaway back to Yorkshire.
We couldn’t stop laughing as we drove along.
Found out the cemetery is shut early when there is a football match.
Decided we needed fish and chips and a strong cup of tea so called in at Bizzie Lizzies at Skipton, laughing like children as we ate them.
I’ve included a collage in my extras of the cycling, which to be honest has paired into insignificance after what happened!
Tagging it for Silly Saturday too!