Had a great childhood growing up in Hope St, Hazel Grove. Lived at no.21 opposite the garage.
There used to be a pair of small cottages on the corner but they've been demolished, the husband and wife of one used to sit out on the doorsteps everyday.
At the Davenport end of the street there was an old farmhouse - real tumbledown. My mate Brian lived there with his family, chickens and old wrecked cars.
My mates and me would spend hours down the Red rec' at the end of Davenport lane, on the old warhorse, in and out the railings onto the railway embankment. God but we got away with some stuff!
There was the fire engine house not far from the railway station. And what is now the station carpark was a timber yard. We got used to hearing the siren for the fire engines - sounded just like an old wartime airaid siren.
My mates and I, used to cadge old cigar tins from our dads, and use them to store 'secret agent' stuff like ... Christ I can't remember, probably absolute rubbish, but it was vital to the post war 60's future of the realm!
Great days
There used to be a pair of small cottages on the corner but they've been demolished, the husband and wife of one used to sit out on the doorsteps everyday.
At the Davenport end of the street there was an old farmhouse - real tumbledown. My mate Brian lived there with his family, chickens and old wrecked cars.
My mates and me would spend hours down the Red rec' at the end of Davenport lane, on the old warhorse, in and out the railings onto the railway embankment. God but we got away with some stuff!
There was the fire engine house not far from the railway station. And what is now the station carpark was a timber yard. We got used to hearing the siren for the fire engines - sounded just like an old wartime airaid siren.
My mates and I, used to cadge old cigar tins from our dads, and use them to store 'secret agent' stuff like ... Christ I can't remember, probably absolute rubbish, but it was vital to the post war 60's future of the realm!
Great days
