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Collecting warm eggs and putting them in my dungarees pockets at my grandparents.

Standing at the top of the stairs watching my parents and older sisters out of the landing window in the field beyond our garden, helping with the wheat harvest.

Simply sausage and chips cooked in beef fat on a Saturday lunchtime.

My nanny lived a long way from us so it was always exciting to go on the train to visit her. She kept a small box with toys for me to play with and there would always be a new little toy for me to find. She also always had a bottle of cream soda pop for me - I can taste it now.

Many lovely hours spent on the allotment,the changing seasons there and picking the fresh peas and fruit and eating them.We lived in a two up two down no garden but time at the allotment was precious.On bonfire night we would have a family party.My mum loved bonfire night.She would make amazing toffee and my dad would light the fireworks.My sister and I would gaze in wonder.Mum even had the evening off work from her twilight shift at the factory which was lovely.

Playing games in the street on hot sunny days, games such as 'Simon Says' or ' Rounders'. Also playing mountaineering by climbing garden walls and running along them to the end of the street, at the end of the day we would be tired and grubby but very happy. Taking the neighbours babies in big coach prams to the park ( the very thought of it frightens me now) we would be armed with bottle and nappy for baby and sarnies and water for us. Family wedding feasts in the front parlour where the table would be heaving with sandwiches, cake and of course the wonderful sherry trifle as centrepiece. Roaring coal fires in winter that we would huddle around watching our new tiny TV which was sat resplendent in the corner of the room. Being allowed to watch Bill and Ben and Muffin the Mule when I was very little. Shivering in the bedroom on the cold linoleum floor. Wellingtons and chaps seemed to go hand in hand as. Frozen hand knitted jumpers hanging on the line before being brought indoors to be hung on the pulley in the kitchen. Crates of milk delivered to school, sometimes half frozen in winter, oh the joy. Warm, balmy summer evenings when the mum's would sit in the front chatting while watching us children play some more, happy, hot, sticky children playing safely in our little cocoon. Big roast dinners on a Sunday with all the trimmings, followed by scrumptious apple pie and custard, then feeling too bloated to move. Running our sticks along the railings, making mud pies, picking flowers in other people's gardens or the park (embarrassed now but we thought it was allowed), making rose petal perfume and bursting tar bubbles in the street, so many happy, innocent memories...

I loved summer evenings out cycling with my Dad. Every year ahead of the local Carnival there was a competition in shop windows to spot an item that they did not sell. This covered a vast area around Finchley, Barnet and Hendon, and after a busy day as a gas fitter, travelling between homes by bike, my Dad would happily take me out to search the windows from a list on the carnival programme. Mostly in the 1950s the roads were pretty empty with one exception, the North Circular which we had to use from Finchley to Hendon, there we might see a couple of dozen vehicles during our ride. Whenever I drive along that busy road today I'm amazed to think that I cycled it as a child!

Mino fishing with my dad and sister; we would both have jam jars, put bread in the jar, cover it with cloth and then poke small holes in the cloth, tie a length of string round the jar and the head Down to the River Aire . Sandwiches in hand we would stand on the edge and throw the jar in time and time again. We always went home dirty and wet.

Spending summers at our caravan in North Wales, where I would just be allowed to go off with my friends for the day - to the beach, the mountain, the camp shop - life seemed like one long endless summer, and the sun always shone!

Holidays in Wales in a chalet

Getting my first bicycle when I was about 12 years old. It had belonged to the local bobby on the beat who was a neighbour and when he was getting a new one he asked my mum if I would like his old one. I was so thrilled.

Waking up on a cold winter's morning when the frost had made patterns on the inside of the window, to see my Mum lighting the gas fire in my bedroom and hanging my clothes on the back of a chair to warm before I got out of bed. Love indeed.

Many wonderful memories. Childhood visits by train to my Edinburgh granny and being given dauphinoise potatoes alternated with visits to my Glasgow granny and being given chips. Still love potatoes now.

Watching world of sport on Saturday the wrestling with people like Big Daddy, Giant Haystacks, every week with my NAN , could not wait for Saturday to come

I remember first bicycle & riding it with a wobble. Frozen school milk thawing on the radiator at juniors . One of best remberances of one Christmas about when I was 5 & receiving my best present ever which was a blackboard that I had longed to have.

I have many but the first thought that came into my head was from primary school coming home for lunch and finding the rag and bone man had goldfish to give away. Racing home to get any 'rags' that my Mum had and racing back to swap them for a goldfish. What joy!

running up to the end of the road after breakfast to meet Dad cycling home from his night shift

picking the fresh veggies for tea from my nan & granddads back garden. I once picked the tops off the potato plants when granddad told me to get some fresh mint leaves!

Lots of good childhood memories but trips to the seaside always caused great excitement.

Going to Woolworths on a Saturday morning with my Dad (Mum was at home doing the housework) and buying hot peanuts for Mum and a bag of broken biscuits to take home and have with a cup of tea

Getting our first washing machine, we all sat in the kitchen watching it. I was skipping up and down while the cycle was going on

England winning the World Cup in 1966.

Going to stay at Mrs Long's BandB in Cliftonville and eating her home made chocolate eclairs

listening to my dad reading me stories. he now reads to the local school kids including my youngest nephew

My dad was a chimney sweep when I was young and used to take me to the houses with him. I had a plastic pull along dog that I took with me, and I played in the gardens of the homes we visited walking my dog around while my dad cleaned the chimneys. I loved my time with my dad when I was little.