Pirehill Lane Walton Stone

A Memory of Stone.

I suppose as I grow older, memories of my youth increase. I remember living in Pirehill Lane when there was just one row of houses. In front of our house there was a row of huge trees, my bedroom in the back looked upon fields, fields and marshland. My friends and I would jump over our garden fences and disappear till meal times. What a childhood. My mother, sister and I would walk into Stone to do the family shopping and as you got closer to the town you could smell the hops from Joules (beer makers), whenever I smell that smell mmmm gorgeous. A treat was to have tea in the hotel in the centre of the town. I left with my family when I was 14 yrs but I have never forgotten how happy I was then.

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