Memory
The Hobsons' house today. The market gardening business was at the rear. The houses to the right stand on what was once our recreation ground. (courtesy of Google Streetview) Here's a true tale from my childhood that involves a dastardly insult. I previously alluded to this memory eight years ago. In the East Yorkshire village where I was born and raised, there were five significant roads. At "The Hare and Hounds" pub, four of those roads met. They were North Street, South Street, West Street and East Street. Pretty imaginative, huh? The fifth major road was called High Stile. At the bottom of South Street by "The New Inn", it headed off in a north easterly direction, meeting up with East Street after a quarter of a mile. This meant that in the heart of the village there was a large triangle of land - about ten acres all told. Near the angle of East Street and High Stile there was a recreation ground with a large butter-coloured tin hut known as the...