A green door.

To you this is just a green door, to me it was a place of sanctuary between 1979 and 1985.

Down a short flight of steps was my school Model Railway Society. 
We didn't often play with the trains, but we pretended we were. In reality we were eating our lunch, keeping warm in the colder months and hiding from the bullying arseholes (aka the rugby team).

It was strange coming back here after 40 years, but much of the layout remains the same. Some really happy memories of this place and some not so great.

I suspect many of my school masters will be gone now. Some of them looked ancient back in the 80s. They were really good, kind people. Tough, but we loved and respected them. I think that might be a rare thing in schools these days.