If I was out with my mother in the town as a small boy in the 1950s, I would pester to go to the station to see the steam trains through the railings. The journey home would take us up Windmill Hill past Enfield Chase station, but you couldn't get as near the engines there.
While working in the Lake District as an hotel assistant manager I reached such a point of frustration that I up and quit my job and applied to emigrate to Canada. Five minutes later, after hearing of my decision, the head ...Read full memory
I was christened in the parish church around 1955/56. They used to send you a postcard every year until you were 5 years old to remind you of the event - unfortunately having moved several times during my life I no ...Read full memory