Drinking Fountain

A Memory of Enfield.

If my memory is correct there was a rather elaborate drinking fountain behind where the woman is standing in the photo. As a small boy, living up Windmill Hill in Glebe Avenue, this spot was out of bounds to me. However, one warm day when exploring on my own I stopped at the fountain for a drink, and as small boys do, I got my finger stuck in a ring that at one time may have held a metal cup on a chain. I was there for ages. Imagine my horror when one of my mother's friends said hello as she walked past. When I finally escaped I ran home. When questioned about where I'd been, I lied, but these were the days of caring neighbours and my whereabouts had been reported. Needless to say punishment was swift and painful.