Growing up in the East End of London, I remember car free streets, where you could play footie until your Mum called you in for tea, [jam sandwiches and orange squash!] Lorries that sold bottles of Corona, or R Whites lemonade door to door, where your dream car was a Ford Escort Mexico or a Mini Cooper, every door was open, and next doors Mum was allways Auntie.

Moving to Somerset in 1974 I thought was the end of the world, wide open spaces, wild animals, [cows and sheep!] small village with just one street lamp.......I could go on for hours!!

Best time of my life.

Cracking thread, keep it up!