English Winter

That’s just one of life’s bitter ironies…..

I remember when Beeching dug up our railway.

Winter in the North East of England.  Dark, cold, windy, and a time to get another blanket on the bed.  A well padded woman might be warmer.  Or a hot water bottle…..

The best part about an English winter is not being here.

But, when I was a lad it was much, much colder at this time of year.  Two pairs of socks inside one’s Wellington Boots, scarf, gloves balaclava helmet…..  And that was indoors…..

We had one coal fire to heat a big 4 bedroom house, donated to my dad by the N.C.B.  Except on Mondays when my mum also lit the fire underneath the big copper boiler in our back-kitchen, and that was the place to be when I got home from school.

School was fun, Bog Row Junior Mixed and Infants….. I kid you not.  The toilets were across the school yard, usually frozen at this time of year.

I’d like to say that those were happy days  Maybe they were.


jack collier



jeez I was a poor looking kid


11 responses

  1. I enjoyed this 🙂


  2. Nawww, however, you look a bit peeved off.. was it standing in the cold or was it that you looked like you needed to loo? I am thinking both actually lol

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    1. Probably that I was having my picture taken. ❤😂

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  3. What an incredible memory to share- Thank you.
    I hope you find a spot of cheer to brighten the next couple of weeks! xoxoxo

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    1. I have found you. That brightens up my whole life. ❤ ❤ ❤

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      1. Hang on a momento… Kris, that was a beautiful and gorgeous comment… to you my lovely gal, JC is quite the wordsmith of love and has a keen eye on beauty… if I was you that is worth a beautiful response back.. 🙂

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  4. And I thought Oxford winters were cold. 😀 Great post!

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    1. Short trousers and a home-made jumper.
      That was cold.

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