[Margaret Pilkington]

Yes…I have had a couple of scary moments.
One was when on an early duty ant Blackburn Royal Infirmary…on a Sunday there were no buses to get to work…except some company ran a bus from Church Commercial to Blackburn town centre.
You needed to get to Church Commercial for 6.45.
For me this meant hoofing it along Dill Hall Lane and down to the traffic lights at Church.
This was a good walk as I lived by the Dunkenhalgh.
It was a windy wintry morning and the wind was howling a gale.
I got almost to the cemetery and a gust of wind blew a TV aerial of a roof and it missed me by a midges widgee.

I was only walking the long way round because on a previous week I had taken a short cut across Jackson’s field and had been startled by a sleeping tramp who jumped up out of the ditch and shouted abuse at me for wakening him up(I was only walking past him…I wasn’t singing or talking to myself).I ran like the wind and was breathless and panting by the time I got to Jackson’s farm yard.
Getting to work on a Sunday was always a trial….and always involved a long walk.