Posted: 19/02/2015 at 12:34
We lived with my grandparents till I was 5 and they had a long skinny garden with a path down the middle. One side was all flower bed, and the other was all veg, so I used to go and pick gooseberries for a pie. I hated that bit because of the prickles, but loved picking the peas as I ate most of them before they reached the pot!
Granddad also had an allotment which was behind the abattoir. I didn't like going there with him as I hated the noises that came from that place. He would get me busy finding the potatoes he'd dug up in the rich soil, and picking the caterpillars off the cabbages to take my mind off the noises.
Memories that are still so clear in my mind 60years later! Shucks, now I've given away my age!