My old back court. It looks much smaller now. Memories of the smell of beer coming from the back of Watson's bar in Water Row.
And there stands the "High Back" where we held our jumble sale, the proceeds of which were sent to Pat Roller to be donated towards guide dogs for the blind. Can't remember how much we raised, but I doubt it was enough for a dog's collar never mind a dog ;-p
Thought of you two when I snapped the pic. Did you ever get to run up the metal fire escape? Who's Pat Roller?
Aw, thanks for that Lady Govan. We never did get to run up the fire escape, I don't think we were brave enough. However, when a son of a friend of our parents came to visit, we were dared to jump dykes, climb walls and even scrambled on to the Post Office building flat roof (via a drainpipe and wooden shelter over the entrance) to play up there - challenges we would never have taken on ourselves. He was such a daredevil. Pat Roller was a Daily Record reporter (patroller, get it?)
I remember that time, Ellen. We even managed to get Catherine, who was only a wee thing at the time, up there too. Do you remember the burly policeman who yelled at us to get down? I peeked over the wall and saw him with his overcoat over his arm, looking down at his watch and then at the PI. There had to have been a meeting on and he had to give up on us and go into the building. Lady Govan, I'm going to be visiting my old stomping ground next week ~ where's the best place for a cuppa these days?
Welcome back Sandra. When you here? email ladygovan[at]gmail[dot]com
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