Fond Childhood Memory

A Memory of Ely.

These houses were on the way from our dad's allotment over by what is now the golf club to our Auntie Dot's house in the Range.Reminds me of all those long summer evenings we would ride our bikes from High Barnes to the allotment with dad.My little sister and I would tear up and down the "hills"and shove buttercups under one another's chins and make daisy chains.Do kids do that any more?
Then to my Auntie Dot,who always had a little treat on hand,no matter when you went there.Those houses fascinated me,they seemed so ancient when I was a child,but they're part of a very nice childhood,so I'll always view them with some affection!