In Search of Oldton

We're now approaching the main area of local shops from the rear, across the school playing fields.

If you walked across here before the war, you may well have bumped into the baker's horse that Margot remembers so well.

Next door is the butchers where Douglas bought his last pack of sausages (before disappearing presumably), and Pamela remembers "grey rabbits hung suspended from cruel hooks, their head stumps covered by little metal cups that stopped blood dripping on the customers."

I would love to be able to tell you that the other building in the block was a candlestickmakers, but I have no evidence for that. I have, though, found a road called Candlestick.

Writers for the Future