I was born in a big house in Ellis Road. It was a warm and cosy home. I remember waking on a cold winters day and the ice would be on the inside of the windows. I would go downstairs and my grandad would have a roaring fire going and my nana would be making breakfast. Grandad worked on the farm just to the back of us - it was over 300 years old I think. I would help him collect the hen eggs and get chased by the geese - Grandad would always save me, such happy days.