June 2nd 1953, the Queen’s Coronation. I was 4 years old. TVs were new and available to hire. Only one person in our street could afford this but she allowed us children to watch through her front room window. At 6 years old I remember standing with my nan at the side of the road as a lorry pulled up and nan lifted me onto the back, climbing up after me. She went tattie picking and for me it was a treat when the farmer gave us a ride on the tractor. It wasn’t until years later I realised it was a back breaking necessary job for my nan.
Bunly hill, although very small now is still there today. 48 years ago, at 12, with two friends, we found an opening, It led into an air raid shelter. We put in cushions and candles, using it for our den.