Sue Vincent’s writephoto prompt this week is this
The winter of 1962/63 was bitterly cold in north Surrey. The snow first covered the ground in early January and didn’t disappear until March. I was 6 and curious.
Dad made a sled for my brother and me but it saw most use as a means for bringing shopping home. Mum would pull it to the shops and back with we boys, once out of school, trailing in her wake. Sometimes she let us ride along.
The route took us across a busy road where we would often have to wait to cross. On the opposite side of the road someone – the council maybe, or utility company – had dug a hole and put a canvas covered hut over it to keep the weather out and stop people falling in. Occasionally we would see workmen around the hole but mostly it…
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