It is said that children these days don’t play outside in the street as much as they used to. I was very lucky growing up in a cul-de-sac, a secluded half circle of about eight houses. This meant I could play outside in safety during the long, hot summers. Here are a couple of photographs from the summer of 1964, when I was six years old. The bicycle was new, I still had the training wheels on the back – and still managed to come off and scrape my knees 😦 I did persevere and eventually enjoyed riding my bike around the streets and up onto the South Downs at the top of our road (Farm Hill).
There were a family next door, with a boy of my age and a girl a year or two older: Karen and Andrew Grieve. I used to play with them, especially in their back garden. It was better than our garden – they had a wigwam, and I had the outfit to go with it 🙂
Karen signed my autograph book:
Somehow, we all lost touch.