Gathering Primroses

A Memory of Bampton Grange.

It would have been 1965-66 and we, that is Rosemary and Barbara and myself, would walk along the road to Knipe from the cemetery in spring, hoping to find the first show of primroses on the side of the road. So many memories that are good from then.
Stealing apples with Lee and his brothers, bike rides, playing on the Green, rafts on the river, under the bridge, hot melting tar on the road, swimming, climbing Knipe Scar, pop and crisps from the Crown a Mitre, Mr Ainsley and his pipe at school, walking to school on the wall from Bampton Grange when it flooded- the list is endless...

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