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The old family home, 46 Cornmill Lane, looks as though it has been faced with stone. I remember it all being brick, but I could be wrong. I have always thought brick houses so ugly. But I loved this house when I lived there. My room was the one over the door. My, it was cold! In winter there were frost ferns thick on the window. The bed was so cold and damp if you ever got it warm enough it would steam. Woollen blankets of course. You used to drag your clothes into bed with you in the morning to get them warm enough to put on. No cars in the drive in those days either. That made it look strange.

Some pictures of the garden and conservatory. Dad would have loved that greenhouse! He could never afford one. I expect the cost was prohibitive in those days.

Pictures of the neighbours' houses. 1. An old couple called Hodgson lived in the bungalow, they had a porch on the front of the house and she was so houseproud she had it lined with doormats. They had a collection of cactuses on the porch windowsills. 2. a row of three houses above - Dysons and Elliotts lived here. 3. Elkington's big house below the bungalow. They once asked us to look after their cat while they were on holiday. Rita and I got the job, and we were so mad that they locked the kitchen door and we could not get to see the rest of the house! We climbed through the kitchen serving hatch, a foolish thing to do, as it broke under our weight. I remember the consternation as we tried that week to get hold of some wood glue from our dad's toolbox, to mend it before they got back!

Last stop was Baildon, where Geoff had invited us back for a meal, prepared by Amanda, and very nice it was too, James joining us at the table. And so to home and bed, very happy and tired after a day we shall all remember!