Fresh Air

Well this will almost certainly be the last post before we head off south to strut our stuff at Chelmsford, [this coming Saturday, 20th October 2012 at the King Edward VI Grammar School, Broomfield Road, Chelmsford, Essex].

Now here's a particularly poignant shot of 2 of the pastures residents taking in a good blast of fresh air one Sunday morning in the mid 1930's, just before they ajourned to the hostelry of their choice for a quick game of pontoon and find out who won this mornings pigeon race.

The one with the bowler and well prepared brollie is our old friend Mr Murdoch,, he always like's to make an effort on Sunday's "as one never knows who one might bump into",, his drinking partner is actually married to one of the lady's pushing the pram in an earlier blog, if only he knew what Mr Murdoch gets up to whilst he is gainfully employed filleting cod at the chippie on Mafeking Terrace!!!!

If you put the photo to your ear you can hear the furnaces blasting away, and smell that wonderful aroma of profitable heavy industry,,, even on Sunday mornings,,, and if your particularly lucky you may even hear the clank of shunting coal wagons being pushed up the loading incline,,, a wonderful black and white world and not a flocker, pagoda roofed tin shack or cow pat in sight,,, but we do have horse pats,,, just ask at Chelmsford for full details!!!!