Picnics

I lived across the field from Easby and as a child spent many Sundays down on the river bank at Easby with my parents and siblings picnicing. My aunts and cousins used to visit from Northumberland and we had fishing nets and jam jars on strings in which we collected our 'tiddlers'. We paddled in the river and in the 1950s many afternoons after school we cycled to Easby to play by the River Swale. Both my parents are buried at Easby.