ABSTRACT
A Year or two after we had moved from Ashley Gardens to Morpeth Terrace, the great Cathedral our flat overlooked was, outwardly at least, finished, and the seminarists training for the priesthood, of whom ‘Peter,’ later my brother-in-law, was one, used often to walk up and down the flat roof covering one of the buildings connected with it, watched by the mischievous eyes of my younger sisters.
