As a child growing up in the late 50s /early 60s the newly acquired television was a wonderful thing. ‘Robin Hood’, Ivanhoe’, ‘The Buccaneers’ all fired the imagination and were acted out in the streets where we lived but the favourite was ‘Wagon Train’. I was one of five children as was my best friend. Daily Major Adams (her big brother) would tell us to saddle up & hit the trail. So we did - on bikes, scooters, roller skates or home made trolleys, younger siblings were pushed along in prams (wagons). Throughout that summer when every day seemed to be hot & sunny the wagon train rolled along till we reached our destination (always the same) the garden of a big old house. There would be told to circle up. Word of this great game spread & after our midday meal we would emerge to ever growing lines of children patiently waiting to be told to hit the trail. Greater numbers made us bolder & soon we were crossing shopping streets with bemused drivers waiting for the last wagon to pass. Our circling up at the end of the trail became more ambitious too as children from a neighbouring estate became aware of our presence in the garden of the big house & attacked us with clods of earth so naturally we circled up inside a ring of babies in prams & gloriously routed our foes. I don’t know what the poor babies thought of it, hopefully they remember nothing of it but I do, I’m 72 now & I can honestly say that it was the best game & the best summer holiday.... Ever.