Once upon a time, a very long time ago I lived in a hospital, The Coppice, in Nottingham.
I get such a funny feeling looking at this spot where there used to be a bowling green for the patients and a clock golf green where I played.
The centre building is where we had our lodgings, my father, mother, my brother Paul and I. All so strange. 65 years ago.
Life moves on. One’s memories remain in aspic.