Magical Place
A Memory of Burton upon Trent.
My childhood was lived in Burton and Stapenhill - 1952 to 1965 I remember fondly the swan and gardens, running up and down the beautiful rock garden steps. There was a huge willow tree between the swan and the river that hung down to the ground seemed like such a magical place to stand in with the sun filtering through the leaves into the darkened interior. On Sunday morning the church bell would be ringing out just the other side of these gardens and up the grassy hill. Sometimes on Sunday afternoon we would picnic watching the cricket match.
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