There used to be a railway house overlooking the car park and inhabited by a railway signalman, Harry Martin and his wife.
Mrs. Martin was a keen gardener, she also did a little job for the school, I believe, and Fr.Porter used to go round and pick flowers for the altar.
Harry and Fr. Porter were very friendly.
The Martins were not catholic.
There was an outside service in the front car park on one occasion, then a playing field, and a raised portable altar was on site and a large congregation attending.
Later in the day, I came across Harry in a club.
'I saw you at the service' he said.
" Did you see what was going on between Fr. Porter and me"'?
"Not really ,I know he kept looking over towards your house quite a lot and nodding before looking back again but that is all".
"Well, it was the football, I had the radio in the bedroom and he kept looking over and I kept giving him the latest result with my fingers.!!"