Maybe we Know Each Other

"...I used to play in the castle and what we thought were dungeons in the middle to late 1950s. It was our playground for many years. We went to the beach nearly every day summer or winter..."

Maybe we know each other?

However, my best remembered memory was when I was seven or eight, playing in the rock pools below the castle (filled in with sand now) and I fell in. I could not swim. It was autumn and the beach was deserted, but two men from Dysart, walking in Ravenscraig Park, heard me shouting for help and rushed down the steps and along the beach, but I was gone by the time they reached the rocks. The rock was covered in green slime and one man slipped in, as I had. While in the water he touched me. He grabbed a hold of me and his friend pulled the both of us out.

I remember to this day that my thought was, 'I will never play in front of those factories (Nairn's Folly) again - I will never fight for possession of Hill 60 again." (Hill 60 is the name for the bank leading up from the shore to the houses in Nether Street - where I was born.)

I have dried out now.