It certainly wasn’t in one of the stalls, in whatever was whistling and creating the scents appeared to be moving, pacing perhaps. There was a slight chill in the place, though that was not wholly unusual in lavatories and this one appeared not to have a heating system in it, or rather it did but was somewhat rudimentary.<br/><br/>It seemed now that the sound was moving out into the bar, it stopped then by a wall with many old sepia photographs framed and hung there. Many showed pictures of the local cricket teams from the time around the First World War.<em>While there’s a Lucifer to light your fag...</em><br/>