Student Days.

I went to Chester College as a mature student. Did a teaching course. Lived out at Hawarden and had to catch a bus into Bridge Street. From there I had to deposit my 2/3 yr old daughter at a private nursery near a church on the riverside, to then walk a mile up to the college past the Cathedral.
Loved the rows. Spent hours studying in the Library by the clock.
Studied Divinity and Music on the teacher training course. Remember seeing for the first time gravesones cemented into a pathway in that church on the riverside.
Gaining my certificate meant a worthwhile subsequent teaching career in Ely and elsewhere for twenty yrs.