Memories Of Childhood In Late Fourties And Early Fifties

A Memory of Draycott.

I remember playing games in a field and at 6.45 in the evening someone would shout
"Dick Barton is on" and everything was left where it was and everybody disappeared and
returned just after 7PM.
In the winter, sledging down Draycott Hill.
Walking on a Sunday with my mother and father up Draycott Hill to Batsford, up the hill, along the top of the hill to the Bourton, to Blockley Road, down into Blockley where we stopped for a drink at the Railway Inn and then walked home to Draycott.

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