Childhood

A Memory of Kilburn.

Kilburn was always a magical place for me as a child, lying as it does beneath the hillside where the White Horse is carved. As children we would cycle the seven miles from our home village to spend the day on and around the horse. A visit to 'Mousey Thompson's 'workshop was often included. I also remember earlier days being taken by my father to visit some of his friends in the village, and being enchanted with the little stream running by their garden gate.