Every year Blackpool Illuminations caused chaos by the volume of traffic that queued up outside my house, which was situated on the Blackpool Road, on the outskirts of Preston. It was like this from September to November each year. I suppose we got used to the noise of the cars and coaches and the frustration of trying to cross the road.
If I walked down the garden and opened a small gate in the fence there was a totally different scene. I stepped out into a park where I had spent many happy hours as a young girl.
My dog Buster went for a walk there every day and loved to have such an expanse of grass to run after balls and sticks. I played putting, pitch & putt and tennis with my friends. I often went to the bowling green to watch my granddad and uncle play bowls.
In the middle of the park there were some woods and a pond that always had a few ducks on. It was a good place to play hide and seek. We used to pick bluebells, primroses and make daisy chains.
On a Saturday afternoon I used to watch the local cricket teams play and then the football teams later in the year.
It is only now as I look back that I think how very fortunate I was to have such a lovely park at the bottom of my garden.
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