I can remember every detail of the classroom of my second year at primary school. The globes of Miss L as she leaned forward over the desk, the swish and thwack of the cane as the brutal headmaster caned the unfortunate JM in his study adjacent, the boils on that unfortunate boy's poor arms which he used to pick at with a pen knib, the games of flicksy with cigarette cards against the wall, the church on the hill, the delightful walk home through the fields to Mum. I'd go back if I could.