My favourite place was the barber's. I can no longer remember his name but he was the most fascinating barber in the
whole world. His shop was between our shop and the bridge at the bottom of Main Street, almost next to the pub. He was an
elderly - or so it seemed to a twelve-year old -grey haired man with a grey moustache. The fascination came from the fact
that he was a member of the Magic Circle. No year-old magazines to pore over in his shop; waiting customers were only too
happy to wait as they tried their hands at a multitude of Chinese puzzles, rope tricks, bent nail tricks and ring tricks. I have
never since had such short hair. I persuaded my mother to give me sixpence for a haircut every single week of the two years
I spent in the village."
Copyright - John Peirson 2000