The end of the pews

Mooching around Whitby today, I found myself standing in the church with sunlight streaming in through the windows. I was magically transported back to my youth where at primary school I was forcibly sat at the end of the pews by a fearsome teacher. This was not because of any ban behaviour or major misdemeanours past or present........it was to ensure that should I, at any point, break into song and join in with any of my classmates I could be ejected quickly before I could destroy the dulcet tones of our school coir!.........so I remember this view only too well!