Dalelands

A Memory of Market Drayton.

The car in this picture is parked outside my old home. I wonder, was it my Dad's car?
Not many of us had cars then.
I spent many hours under the lamp-post as it got dark, before I got called in. We were pretty safe to play out in those days.
There was a hill to the right of that car, and we sped down it on our bikes. Once I lost my brakes and shot into the fence at the bottom on the other side of the road!
I skinned quite a few bits of me that day!
Dianne Howells