Purston Park

A Memory of Featherstone.

My father worked at the town hall for many years. His office was at the back looking down on to the park so I could go and wave at him through the window! I was back in Featherstone at the weekend. The park looks so different now, especially with the old folks' home all boarded up, a sign of the times. I have many, many happy memories of a misspent youth in the area.