I can recall MASSIVE amber sun, low slung in the sky, whilst I played in the back garden in the winter months, 'tis strange, but I never see that kind of sun anymore. I can recall the coalmans horse and cart, even a Co-op's horse and bread cart. The sight of the Bakelight factory chimney, viewed on the horizon from my bedroom window. The telegram boy on his bicycle, Velocette LE police motorbikes, the "magic eye on the valve radio, which was a tuning aid.
Being allowed to play out of doors all day long, with out my parents getting concerned. Playing in the Sarehole bog and derelict water-mill, where JRR Tolkien also played as a lad (and based much of middle earth on), The Birmingham university clock tower (one of the Two Towers). The drawbridge and adjacent off-license in Shirley, where me and my dad would cycle to, abandoned, sunk hulks. Spending whole days fishing at Earlswood Lakes, exploring the whole length of the river Cole, fishing for stickle-backs, tadpoles. Strange, there also seemed to be a lot more Blue bottle flies as well. Lulu, the alcoholic tart, my parents - they always seemed OLD to me! Out-side loos and the dreaded Izol rubbing down paper, laughingly sold as toilet paper. Cloth hankies (disgusting!), Sunday night bath nights, Sunday roasts and Mondays boring cold meat and left overs. Mom buying 3 2lb bags of sugar a week, for a family of 5! Liver and onions, butter melting in the summer - we didn't have a fridge.
Rob