I remember living in a terraced Street close to 'Vikky Park' as a child. We used to visit the war memorial after standing in the freezing cold watching my Dad play football... sometimes you couldn't even see the game for the fog. I remember being astonished when reaching up to touch the flags inside the memorial one day, I discovered they were icy cold to the touch and made of stone. I remember I used to stand inside the memorial and shout, to hear the echoes bouncing off the ceiling and arches, it was my special castle and in those days seemed enormous.
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