Childhood

In the 1960s I lived in Ogilvie Terrace and spent lots of days wandering happy and safe in Deri. I remember the nut wood, picking whinberries, Doreen's shop, the gas pipes where we balanced and luckily did not come to harm, the horse-shoe rock where we all jumped off and again were lucky not to break an arm or a leg, sitting behind the reservoir catching frogs instead of going to Sunday School... It was an idyllic place to live as a young child. The village bobby Mr Sargent told you off if you were naughty and people looked out for one another. Lesley Llewelyn.