Rickmansworth Road

A Memory of Watford.

When I was about 6, we moved to Ricky Rd. The Cassiobury Park gates were over the road to us, slightly to the left. Me and my two sisters were crossed across a very quiet road by our mum, with a packed lunch. We just played all day till we got hungry again.
Our house backed in to West Herts playing fields, so that kept us busy, watching all the sport.
The house we lived in was Floreston Guest House at No.21, which my parents ran. It was a lovely place to live, with lots of treasured memories.
Unfortunately I haven't got alot of photos. The house was knocked down to make way for the underpass, which is over the road to the Peace Hospice now. Which really hasn't made any difference to the traffic nowadays, just made a bottle neck.
Anyway, get back to the point. If anyone has any photos of our mock tudor house, No. 21, I would love to see them.
There is a tendency to clutch onto happy times in your life, the older you get. That was one of my happy times.