In 1960

A Memory of Weaverham.

Reading the previous memory was exactly like my own childhood. I spent all the summer in the copse at the bottom of Meadow Road. It was magical as a child and the freedom to explore and make believe contributes to a wonderfull childhood. Bluebells in abundance and the comment about waving to the trains and the may queen fete brought it all back. When my family moved away in 63 it was ages before I could sleep properly as I was used to hearing the trains that passed at the back of Briar Lane every hour. Loved it and still miss it now. Unfortunately I have lost all contact with my school friends and would love to hear from any. My name was Copley in those days.