[Doug]

On the spare of the moment I shot off to Church to visit my birth place, the date was the 6th August just gone and the place was Church St, Church. I pulled up outside of the house and knocked on the door and asked the very pleasant lady who answered if I could take a look at her front living room.

She didn’t ring the police, but invited me in to her home. I stood in the room in which I was born 48 years earlier to the day, (Actually I was born dead and only made it into the world 20 minutes after my birth). I was made welcome by the family of this charming lady who chatted away to me like an old friend for nearly an hour.

Strangely the visit allowed me to lay a few ghost, leaving me feeling different about the house I was born and spent the first seven years of my life, yes some of it had changed, but such a lot hadn’t.

If the lady or a member of her family read this I would like to thank you all. Not just for the welcome, but for making the day a very happy one.