In the UK, childhood is defined by those endless summer holidays
In England, the rhythm is predictable: you break up in mid-July and don't look back until the start of September
However, the summer of Year 11, or the "5th Year" as it was in my day, hit differently
That was the year of O’Levels and CSEs (the predecessors to today’s GCSEs)
The moment the exam period began, you had effectively "left" school; you only surfaced from your freedom to sit the papers
Once the final pen was set down, school was a closed chapter
At the time, I was working weekends in the kitchen at the Royal Oak in Upton Snodsbury
My shifts were spent toggling between the sink and the prep station, plating up starters and bar snacks
It was honest work for the going rate of the era: a solid £1 ($1.30) per hour
I’d been told once that a long summer was the perfect opportunity to master a life skill, juggling, perhaps, or riding a unicycle
I had a different ambition
Even though the legal driving age in the UK is 17, I decided I was going to learn to drive
A local farmer, Mr. Tarren, kindly gave us the run of one of his fields, and all we needed was a vehicle
Enter the 2-door, brown Ford Escort Mk1
It was an MOT failure sold to us by the Royal Oak’s Commis Chef, Sue
Back then, security features were non-existent
In fact, we once played a prank on Sue by "stealing" the car and moving it across the car park, opening the local door and starting the ignition using nothing more than a standard dinner knife from the restaurant
That car represented pure freedom (in the field)
We spent our days testing “firsts”, mostly seeing how fast we could push it across the grass
I think we managed to hit third gear exactly once
As the August heat intensified, the lack of air conditioning became unbearable
Our solution was surgical: we simply cut the roof off and christened it a "convertible."
It was a brilliant, lawless summer of engineering and exploration
By the time September rolled around, I was ready to head off to Worcester Technical College to study Engineering, a path perhaps inevitably inspired by a dinner knife and a roofless Ford
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