Yes. I remember a group of us taking jam sandwiches and a bottle of water and going to the sand dunes three miles away and staying all day. I also remember my brother being with us on his scooter, so he lust have been below school age. Nobody worried. If my mother wanted us, she would send the dog with a note pinned to his collar.
My mum used to grow marrows which my sister and I hated, so one year we set up my Dad's dartboard on the washing-line post and kept aiming past to try and pepper the hated produce and kill it off. Didn't work - we weren't very good shots!
When i was very little my mum and dad had panted the garden with lots of daffodil bulbs, it was their first proper garden. One spring morning my mum opened the door to admire all her flowers. I had already been out there and picked the lot and hid them in the side passage. She wasnt best pleased to say the least and all my dad could was laugh. When i left school i trained to be a florist, couldnt really be anything else could i.
Broke my arm scrummping for apples when i was 8. That was after i was caught pickin all my dads unripe apples from his tree. He always used to say it never gave fruit. Oh goodness, it did. I just picked them all and used them as weapons against my sister.
Some of us grew up in places where the only plant life was the grass which managed to grow in between the cobbles in the back alleys. Would have been nioe to have had some bit of garden to do something stupid in, at all.
Oh Berghill, I hope you have a nice garden now. Makes me realise how lucky I was growing up in the country. I hope you had a happy childhood, although gardenless.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
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Yes. I remember a group of us taking jam sandwiches and a bottle of water and going to the sand dunes three miles away and staying all day. I also remember my brother being with us on his scooter, so he lust have been below school age. Nobody worried. If my mother wanted us, she would send the dog with a note pinned to his collar.
them were the days grandma, though not sure about lusting at school....
My mum used to grow marrows which my sister and I hated, so one year we set up my Dad's dartboard on the washing-line post and kept aiming past to try and pepper the hated produce and kill it off. Didn't work - we weren't very good shots!
When i was very little my mum and dad had panted the garden with lots of daffodil bulbs, it was their first proper garden. One spring morning my mum opened the door to admire all her flowers. I had already been out there and picked the lot and hid them in the side passage. She wasnt best pleased to say the least and all my dad could was laugh. When i left school i trained to be a florist, couldnt really be anything else could i.
Some of us grew up in places where the only plant life was the grass which managed to grow in between the cobbles in the back alleys. Would have been nioe to have had some bit of garden to do something stupid in, at all.
Oh Berghill, I hope you have a nice garden now. Makes me realise how lucky I was growing up in the country. I hope you had a happy childhood, although gardenless.
We did. We spent many many happy hours playing in the streets and alleys, with little of no traffic to bother us.
This is our garden at its best, so as you can see I did grow up to have greenspace arround me.
http://www.ideasforgardens.net/berghill/CoachTrip/