Forest Hill Baths
A Memory of Forest Hill.
The number 12 bus went past it and it cost me 2 pence each way from Crystal Palace. The bus stoped by the Libary and we ran down to the Baths entrance. It seemed masive that vitorian fronted building. Up the steps to the ticket office.
I can'nt remember how much it cost but I remember that ticket machine spitting out those rough paper tickets, either green or blue or pinky red.
Then there was that over powering smell of colreanated water, and the screeming shouting and laughter coming from within. We walked through and along the edge of the baths untill you found a cubical with its wooden door open, go in change into your trunks putting all your cloths into a wire basket that was given to you by the purson at the ticket desk.
You took the basket to a hatch in the wall at the end next to the ticket booth, gave it to some one who gave you a coloured rubber band that you wore on your wrist with your number on it.
Then you were FREE! to have as much fun as the atendance would let you get away with.
What a grand old time we had. I am sure some one else has these memories as well.
It was just a wonderfull time to be a child and have the freedom with out the over riding worry of what might happen,and our pairants trusting us as well.
Happy Memories.
Wayne Ruffle
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